Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Grinning and nodding at the apt assessment, she added a few more strokes of the colorful waterways, before digging through her pencils and rifling through to see if she could find any distinct hues. It would be difficult to portray the picture in anything other than the bright landscape – charcoal alone couldn’t do it justice.
Meanwhile though, his sentiments about the gods surprised her – but the Attuned had been raised since birth to believe in the holy sanctity of the Old Gods – in faith, in allegiance, in naught but the highest esteem. “Oh? Why is that?” Curious, but not incriminating (for she wasn’t her parents), to hear reverence for Vi but no one else had her intrigued.
Then there were the other matters at hand, and once she’d found a blue, she settled in quick dashes across the page, listening as he explained. She wouldn’t remark about worrying over someone (she did often to those in Stormbreak, and every animal she ever came across) – but the other distinctions were understandable, a working comprehension of everything they’d been meandering through. She wasn’t certain she had a good answer for the complexities either; every time they’d tried to help or study or influence, it seemed to backfire. “It would be nice to have a direction – at least, for now, you’ve found one.” And if that became a worthwhile purpose, then so be it.
The promise of not running into trouble would be enough, and she drew her gaze back to him with a simple nod, and maybe the hint of a smile again. “Okay.”
Meanwhile though, his sentiments about the gods surprised her – but the Attuned had been raised since birth to believe in the holy sanctity of the Old Gods – in faith, in allegiance, in naught but the highest esteem. “Oh? Why is that?” Curious, but not incriminating (for she wasn’t her parents), to hear reverence for Vi but no one else had her intrigued.
Then there were the other matters at hand, and once she’d found a blue, she settled in quick dashes across the page, listening as he explained. She wouldn’t remark about worrying over someone (she did often to those in Stormbreak, and every animal she ever came across) – but the other distinctions were understandable, a working comprehension of everything they’d been meandering through. She wasn’t certain she had a good answer for the complexities either; every time they’d tried to help or study or influence, it seemed to backfire. “It would be nice to have a direction – at least, for now, you’ve found one.” And if that became a worthwhile purpose, then so be it.
The promise of not running into trouble would be enough, and she drew her gaze back to him with a simple nod, and maybe the hint of a smile again. “Okay.”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
