[SE] I Saw Three Ships

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

When Lena wasn’t busy tending to the baubles, her eyes went towards Mittens, trying not to laugh. The companion had mustered a bizarre ability to turn its head completely around, while managing to catch the shiny artifact as it was tossed; almost a timed, sequenced event. Shaking her head at the antics, and content that the snowball could occupy itself, she returned to ensuring all the décor was taken care of, careful to check for blemishes, stains, or marks of imperfection caused by any looming damage.

She didn’t expect to see a hand suddenly thrust her way, or the gratitude extended, and she paused momentarily to survey the other woman again. Probably younger, but smaller, and the Attuned had to wonder if she’d spent all her days on this ship, brusque and commanding. Nonetheless, she offered her hand in return. “Lena, Caretaker of the Celestine.”

and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all