Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Ever since the void viper incident with Liam, Mittens had remained on high alert. Not usually overly protective, simply predacious and minatory by default, the snowball had become a vicious little hovering menace over the past few days, and alerted Lena well before the butcher arrived towards the set of stairs, steps, and stones.
That it was Astaroth though set her at ease, even if it many others couldn’t, or wouldn’t, say the same. She lifted her head up from her sweetgrass sorting with a welcoming grin, while her companion simmered in the background, stone eyes glaring. “Hello! What brings you out here?”
That it was Astaroth though set her at ease, even if it many others couldn’t, or wouldn’t, say the same. She lifted her head up from her sweetgrass sorting with a welcoming grin, while her companion simmered in the background, stone eyes glaring. “Hello! What brings you out here?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
