Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
The acknowledgments were numerous, silently woven and contorted through her Attuned measures. Thank you Frey, for everything you have given to Caido. For the flora and fauna, for the role she presided, loved, and cherished, for perseverance that kept her going even within the darkest and most incredulous of days. Thank you Rae, for your wondrous creations, she began again, stringing the notions together like a second nature, humming a tune lightly through her chest, airy, while she kept her eyes closed, forming other sonnets and sentiments.
And when she opened her eyes, she found she wasn’t alone.
There was a quick gasp and a rapid movement in surprise, until she realized she knew the individual sitting nearby. “Zavien,” she laughed, shaking her head, reeling away from her crouch and digging through her bag for a set of offerings. “What brings you here?” For a moment she wondered about the proposed plan between the Dragoon and the Tidebreaker, hoping none of their words had been shared, at least with Hadama, from latest sentiments with their gathered trio in the Celestine gardens.
And when she opened her eyes, she found she wasn’t alone.
There was a quick gasp and a rapid movement in surprise, until she realized she knew the individual sitting nearby. “Zavien,” she laughed, shaking her head, reeling away from her crouch and digging through her bag for a set of offerings. “What brings you here?” For a moment she wondered about the proposed plan between the Dragoon and the Tidebreaker, hoping none of their words had been shared, at least with Hadama, from latest sentiments with their gathered trio in the Celestine gardens.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
