This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
This is the worthwhile fight
”Kieran! Ella! Be careful with that.” Lyra’s voice rings out over the sound of the crashing surf as she watches her two foster children wrestle with a large piece of driftwood. In their preparations for LongNight, the little family had meandered down to the beach to help build the bonfires, but Lyra - with her age and experience - had stuck to gathering wood more suited to her build and strength. Her kids, on the other hand…
When others join in, Lyra smiles and continues her work, always keeping one eye on the kids. In short order, there is a method to the madness: most of them gather the driftwood into piles or point out the larger pieces, while one man in particular maneuvers the heavier bits into place. The work drags on into the morning, and volunteers soon approach with water and tea. Selecting a sweet tea for herself - and watching to make sure the kids got at least some water - she made her way over to the stranger.
”Always an adventure, getting ready for LongNight,” she commented as she sat, a friendly smile on her face. ”We’re lucky you came along. I don’t think all of us together could have moved that one big log.”
When others join in, Lyra smiles and continues her work, always keeping one eye on the kids. In short order, there is a method to the madness: most of them gather the driftwood into piles or point out the larger pieces, while one man in particular maneuvers the heavier bits into place. The work drags on into the morning, and volunteers soon approach with water and tea. Selecting a sweet tea for herself - and watching to make sure the kids got at least some water - she made her way over to the stranger.
”Always an adventure, getting ready for LongNight,” she commented as she sat, a friendly smile on her face. ”We’re lucky you came along. I don’t think all of us together could have moved that one big log.”
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
Unless you play it good and right
Lyra
