Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Zavien immediately slipping away didn’t fill her with ease either, but she nodded, giving a regal smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes, no matter how refined she made it – out of practice, habitual, inherent now. “Of course.” She watched as he wandered off to meet Talyson, and suddenly feeling inextricably alone, despite the large, burgeoning crowd, she took a few long portions of air into her lungs, and maneuvered back towards the tables.
Waving to Sohalia, and Noe, but seeing they were busy in conversation, and having no inclination of interrupting, the Caretaker simply advanced upon the drinks and selected a few for when Zavien returned, and began filling up plates as well.
Waving to Sohalia, and Noe, but seeing they were busy in conversation, and having no inclination of interrupting, the Caretaker simply advanced upon the drinks and selected a few for when Zavien returned, and began filling up plates as well.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
