Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
“Mm, usually.” She nodded; Frey’s Nature aspect had always been her favored – but she’d show her compliments and regards to all of them. “They’re all important, but Frey is my favorite.” But given her vocation, and how she’d received such an occupation, it wouldn’t take much to contemplate why. Crossing her legs underneath her, she jotted down several notes about the Rainbow Road itself, before she started to make big arches underneath; some figrure and drawing of the landscape. Humming lightly again, her head tilted, eyes flickering back to Zavien as he seemed to settle a little more. “Do you have one you always pray to?”
The markets had been plentiful despite everything going on; and it’d been mildly comforting to see Torchline still kept its wits about it, even if there was a looming and damned isle floating nearby. “I did,” she smiled, studying the hues around once more. “And I think that’s a good idea.” Pausing, wondering if she’d made too big of a deal about the arrangements, her brows furrowed with vague uncertainty, and the need for clarification. “I only spoke up because I didn’t want you taken advantage of. I think it’s brave that you’re willing, but the setup didn’t seem fair.”
The markets had been plentiful despite everything going on; and it’d been mildly comforting to see Torchline still kept its wits about it, even if there was a looming and damned isle floating nearby. “I did,” she smiled, studying the hues around once more. “And I think that’s a good idea.” Pausing, wondering if she’d made too big of a deal about the arrangements, her brows furrowed with vague uncertainty, and the need for clarification. “I only spoke up because I didn’t want you taken advantage of. I think it’s brave that you’re willing, but the setup didn’t seem fair.”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
