Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
“Frey does,” she hummed, stepping back to observe the offerings, before deciding they were worthy enough, and leaving them alone. Instead, she wound her way towards one of the larger rocks nearby, intending to do some observations or maybe sketch the Rainbow Road itself.
Trying to assuage Zavien’s discomfort and apprehension by being her usual calm, composed self, her brow arched at his inquiry. “I was in the Torchline markets and thought I’d come see,” considering how often she’d heard about it – and now she could understand why so many had waxed poetical about the beautiful portion of land. Not forgetting prior points of conversation, she grabbed hold of her charcoal and opened her journal in one fell swoop, flipping through until she found an empty page. “Were you going to talk to Hadama about the whole…information thing?”
Trying to assuage Zavien’s discomfort and apprehension by being her usual calm, composed self, her brow arched at his inquiry. “I was in the Torchline markets and thought I’d come see,” considering how often she’d heard about it – and now she could understand why so many had waxed poetical about the beautiful portion of land. Not forgetting prior points of conversation, she grabbed hold of her charcoal and opened her journal in one fell swoop, flipping through until she found an empty page. “Were you going to talk to Hadama about the whole…information thing?”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
