[SWE] The Feast of Bells - 318PC

Lena

and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm

If they were a little late, the Caretaker hoped no one counted it against them – but with recent tidings and circumstances, she figured their tardiness was understandable. Striving to smile despite everything else looming and braced against her mind, she forced a light grin and glanced upwards at Zavien, patting his arm. Impending LongNight had its own effect on her mood; to the point where multitudes felt forced and strained – worry and consternation flooding her senses in their own drowning deluge.

Then she steered them towards the table of food, despite her lack of appetite, placing her brownies baked with Sohalia there, before glancing around – hoping to see familiar and welcoming faces looming out of the crowd, rather than portions like the incidental taco party.

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Lena brings brownies!

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm