Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
She nodded at his refusal, and perhaps remained glad at his tact for avoiding any other inquiries gesturing towards the recent Stormbreak debacles. The other question though has her laughing, shaking her head as she adjusted some ties and strings on the herbs to keep and hold them steady for the eventual journey back.
“I’ve gotten a little better,” in that she could hit a target like one out of ten times, if that counted. “I’ve tried some close-range things too, but as I’m sure you could guess, I’m also not very good at those.” Her nose wrinkled, mouth softening into a sincere smile, unbothered by it – fundamentally lacking that drive to achieve violence.
“I’ve gotten a little better,” in that she could hit a target like one out of ten times, if that counted. “I’ve tried some close-range things too, but as I’m sure you could guess, I’m also not very good at those.” Her nose wrinkled, mouth softening into a sincere smile, unbothered by it – fundamentally lacking that drive to achieve violence.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
