Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Waiting in dread, for something awful, conniving, or outlandish to happen wasn’t like her. And while she might have been snagged in manners of trepidation, the Caretaker wasn’t going to allow it to become her life – not when there were too many others things to do. The Celestine had once again become her solace, a sanctuary, a safeguard, a shelter, a means to distraction and necessity; rather than floating off in apprehension and tragedy.
But she also had scores of other things to do – so she marched across the Plaza with her head held high, undaunted and unbroken no matter how many fringes or edges yearned, threatened, to crumble, eyes searching and roaming the market. She had enough friends to send some gifts and trinkets to for their efforts, and maybe it’d be sealed and signed with apologies as well. Stopping at the flower stand, she gave a quick smile to the gardener, before inspecting several portions of lavender, and leashing Mittens to her side before the snowball began it's usual decree of tossing its head back and forth.
But she also had scores of other things to do – so she marched across the Plaza with her head held high, undaunted and unbroken no matter how many fringes or edges yearned, threatened, to crumble, eyes searching and roaming the market. She had enough friends to send some gifts and trinkets to for their efforts, and maybe it’d be sealed and signed with apologies as well. Stopping at the flower stand, she gave a quick smile to the gardener, before inspecting several portions of lavender, and leashing Mittens to her side before the snowball began it's usual decree of tossing its head back and forth.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
