Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
“How lovely,” she joked, giving a quirk of a smile in response. She arched a brow at the notion of his ‘old joints’, shaking her head a little. “I can probably send you home with some herbs that might help with that.” As for her, she showed off a bundle she’d already snagged. “My own form of hunting,” winking, trying to keep her spirits up and away from notions of Stormbreak. “We had to move recently, and I figured I’d get some pieces for my new garden.” And if that sounded disappointed or dismayed, she’d certainly done her best to hide it.
Recalling some of their latest ventures, she grinned again. “Have you become any better with the bow?”
Recalling some of their latest ventures, she grinned again. “Have you become any better with the bow?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm







