Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
LongNight had kept Lena busy with her normal routines; animals coming in, being tended to and mended, before another habitual cycle came in. She’d been seeing stranger circumstances though, and wasn’t quite certain who to consult on the matter…keeping the notions in the back of her mind, and within her notebook, dictations scrawled and close at hand.
Bustling through the Plaza was another inherent notion, given how often she snagged at new bandages, but the amount of debris wasn’t. Wrinkling her nose at the sight, she tutted underneath her breath, either appalled or confused by the state the citizens of Stormbreak had left their wake. Maybe it had been left over from some event? Not that it was any excuse, but the Caretaker approached most situations with a calm, logical air.
Snagging at some drifting by her feet and sweeping it into her basket for later, Mittens, surprisingly, began to help, catching at bits and pieces trying to maneuver past it in the light spring breeze. “Good work,” she murmured in kind to the companion, who screeched, before shaking her head with a kind, ambivalent poise, and catching sight of Sohalia up ahead. She seemed to be doing much the same in regards to the refuse and litter, and the Attuned gave a wave. “Hello! Did you have a peaceful LongNight?”
Bustling through the Plaza was another inherent notion, given how often she snagged at new bandages, but the amount of debris wasn’t. Wrinkling her nose at the sight, she tutted underneath her breath, either appalled or confused by the state the citizens of Stormbreak had left their wake. Maybe it had been left over from some event? Not that it was any excuse, but the Caretaker approached most situations with a calm, logical air.
Snagging at some drifting by her feet and sweeping it into her basket for later, Mittens, surprisingly, began to help, catching at bits and pieces trying to maneuver past it in the light spring breeze. “Good work,” she murmured in kind to the companion, who screeched, before shaking her head with a kind, ambivalent poise, and catching sight of Sohalia up ahead. She seemed to be doing much the same in regards to the refuse and litter, and the Attuned gave a wave. “Hello! Did you have a peaceful LongNight?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
