[se] tough enough to weather

Lena

and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm

Scooping Mittens up into her hands once it had been emptied of all its dramatic feelings, Lena nodded along with Sah’s notions – books, knowledge in general was a must, and something the Caretaker could always trust in. A wealth of information was never a bad thing, and considering for how long Abandoned hadn’t been allowed into such chambers, or this world at all, she figured she owed it to them to at least show the way. “Of course. I can head there with you now. I need to see who this belongs to anyway,” indicating the kite flying behind them.

Turning down another pathway, she started unfurling the directions, in case Sah ever deigned to come back and forth here again. “If you turn left, you’ll find you travel down here a ways, and then…”

{FIN}

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm