Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
She took his apology with a range of emotions – though eventually the bewilderment eventually faded to shock, and she was already waving her hand, heart not beating quite so rapidly. “It’s all right.” Then she turned back into her bag, retrieving the oranges, apples, pineapple, and mango she’d acquired from Torchline’s markets, rifling through again as he spoke and explained.
While she snagged a bowl to place all the fruit within, she inclined back into a smile, attempting reassurance. There’d been no harm done – and it seemed he’d only been exploring rather than standing there oddly – timing had been a coincidence. “You don’t need to leave,” she insisted. “Enjoy this place. Isn’t it beautiful?” Arranging her offering neatly, she procured some cream too, placing a decent amount upon the nourishments and leaving them there for whenever Frey craved the sweet things.
While she snagged a bowl to place all the fruit within, she inclined back into a smile, attempting reassurance. There’d been no harm done – and it seemed he’d only been exploring rather than standing there oddly – timing had been a coincidence. “You don’t need to leave,” she insisted. “Enjoy this place. Isn’t it beautiful?” Arranging her offering neatly, she procured some cream too, placing a decent amount upon the nourishments and leaving them there for whenever Frey craved the sweet things.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
