Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
“I have no idea,” she readily admitted, not one for conceit or arrogance. If she wasn’t aware, Lena voiced her ignorance, if only to learn and snag at further sagacity. Hanging her head down, and finally going into a crouch, she aimed to study the underpinnings and growth without touching or getting too near, but she couldn’t find anything significant. “I worry it could travel to the Celestine,” considering how many plants grew within the sanctum and shelter. “Maybe I’ll ask Frey when I get the opportunity. Or visit the library again.” Her teeth pulled at her lip a little, inherently anxious.
Eventually, she paused in her stream of consciousness, granting a a small smile back at Noe. “Do you have any theories?”
Eventually, she paused in her stream of consciousness, granting a a small smile back at Noe. “Do you have any theories?”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
