Lena
even when no one was looking
I was still kind
I was still kind
The sound hadn’t bothered her in the slightest – cries from a young griffin were often meant to tear and pull at the heartstrings – and so she began her soothing chords as she wrapped the fledgling’s paw. Songbird lulls and lullabies were foremost from her throat; some sonnets handed down from family members, some she’d found in books long ago, some she enamored and heart and passed along herself – off into the ethers where other ears could snag and learn too. Amidst all the combined calm and clamor, she was a composed figure, regally content upon the ground as the griffin gave a few more earnest cries, and then settled into watching her with a wary eye.
She didn’t quite expect Zavien to show up – figuring he’d been busy tending to his sprouts – and shot him a quick glance over her shoulder, stopping her singing for a smile. “Everything’s all right. This one is just protesting. It would only need a day or so to mend, but-,” she shrugged her shoulders. The griffin growled and flapped its small wings, but otherwise did nothing else but squawk again – perhaps hoping the newcomers would aid in its alarm – as the Caretaker finished tying off the bandage. “How’s the lavender?”
She didn’t quite expect Zavien to show up – figuring he’d been busy tending to his sprouts – and shot him a quick glance over her shoulder, stopping her singing for a smile. “Everything’s all right. This one is just protesting. It would only need a day or so to mend, but-,” she shrugged her shoulders. The griffin growled and flapped its small wings, but otherwise did nothing else but squawk again – perhaps hoping the newcomers would aid in its alarm – as the Caretaker finished tying off the bandage. “How’s the lavender?”
with all of my heart
even when it is invisible
even when it is invisible
