Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena had no true opinion of Maea – she’d been amiable enough, but seemingly quick to give in when the pressure was on – and the Caretaker hadn’t been one to settle the other Ancient with any of her trials and tribulations regarding Stormbreak. She’d kept it to herself, a burden formulated across her shoulders and fellow citizens, rather than share the communal abyss.
Instead though, she sipped away in companionable silence, nodding at the insinuation of fairness or sight; uncertain what else to say. Eventually, they could either bridge that gap, or not at all, and the Caretaker and her companion would make their way back to Stormbreak, none the wiser but perhaps slightly more compassionate.
[FIN]
Instead though, she sipped away in companionable silence, nodding at the insinuation of fairness or sight; uncertain what else to say. Eventually, they could either bridge that gap, or not at all, and the Caretaker and her companion would make their way back to Stormbreak, none the wiser but perhaps slightly more compassionate.
[FIN]
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
