Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Another trip to Torchline had ensured some more wares she couldn’t have found in Stormbreak, and a moment or two to not wallow in the section of their failures. Time and effort didn’t quite elude, and while a host of information had begun to take shape, what to do about everything was still an exhausting, uphill battle, and the notions of actions had yet to fully form.
So for now, she took a breath, and extended gratitude where she could.
The Rainbow Road opened up before her, impossibly and impeccably beautiful – an ornate system and work of geysers and hues, vibrant colors that almost made her cry with relief and magnificence. The locals had described the place, but she hadn’t understood just how opulent and wondrous it was, until finally setting her sights on it.
So she made her way around the charming pool, tiptoeing lightly, in reverence and awe, before kneeling alongside the shrine. With a long, full breath, she bowed her head, beginning to whisper and pray.
So for now, she took a breath, and extended gratitude where she could.
The Rainbow Road opened up before her, impossibly and impeccably beautiful – an ornate system and work of geysers and hues, vibrant colors that almost made her cry with relief and magnificence. The locals had described the place, but she hadn’t understood just how opulent and wondrous it was, until finally setting her sights on it.
So she made her way around the charming pool, tiptoeing lightly, in reverence and awe, before kneeling alongside the shrine. With a long, full breath, she bowed her head, beginning to whisper and pray.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all