Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena liked trading the theories, even as she went by and investigated the portions of wondrous, but vaguely macabre, artwork. Ohhh, that’s a thought. We’ve certainly had wars in the past. And well before the last one; the ventures of the barrier had been well documented, but what if there had been some prior? Or if there’d been another cataclysm, launching portions of land into the sea? Fallen, into the brink and fathoms below? Ahead of history's tomes and books? Even if it remains a mystery, it’s all still very intriguing. Enough to cause her curiosity to incite and unravel, and tell others about what they’d seen. Well, if we record it, we’ll have something then. To which she gave a very dolphin-laugh, bobbing over some familiar plant life again.
As for managing records for themselves, she wouldn’t be surprised. They seemed like a very industrious sort of race. An idea floated into her brain thereafter though, as if it should've been obvious from the start. We could ask Hadama, the next time we see him.
As for managing records for themselves, she wouldn’t be surprised. They seemed like a very industrious sort of race. An idea floated into her brain thereafter though, as if it should've been obvious from the start. We could ask Hadama, the next time we see him.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
