Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
If she was tired, the Caretaker didn’t show it; bright-eyed and ready after the events at the Grotto. It was likely due to her long days at the Celestine that kept her still standing without any lean or inclination towards a nap; though she’d inevitably crash and burn when she returned home.
At Zavien’s inclinations, however, she only wore half a smile. She didn’t yearn for Everest to be infected either. But if he was, there were steps and measures to heal and mend him already in place.
Prevention of it happening again, however it had occurred in the first place, was another thing altogether.
Rather than cementing the dread, she lifted her head high and took a deep breath. “I think our efforts were in the right place.” Everything to happen thereafter would play out – and they’d be able to strive in one direction or another. They were already far more equipped than they had been in the last season.
Then she settled to her knees, head bowed in front of the shrine, eyes closed as faith and adherence filled her bones, hands opening to pale stones placed along the altar; shaped like the moon. “Thank you Safrin for the opportunities you’ve granted us. We believe we have fulfilled them successfully.”
At Zavien’s inclinations, however, she only wore half a smile. She didn’t yearn for Everest to be infected either. But if he was, there were steps and measures to heal and mend him already in place.
Prevention of it happening again, however it had occurred in the first place, was another thing altogether.
Rather than cementing the dread, she lifted her head high and took a deep breath. “I think our efforts were in the right place.” Everything to happen thereafter would play out – and they’d be able to strive in one direction or another. They were already far more equipped than they had been in the last season.
Then she settled to her knees, head bowed in front of the shrine, eyes closed as faith and adherence filled her bones, hands opening to pale stones placed along the altar; shaped like the moon. “Thank you Safrin for the opportunities you’ve granted us. We believe we have fulfilled them successfully.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
