Lena
if I can stop one heart
from breaking
Gideon complied, and the Wyrm didn’t protest, the calming, balming essence of the world around them helping to sanctify. She wound the bandages gently, gracefully, as she’d done hundreds of times before, a well-worn melody along her breath in mellifluous song, rhapsody and harmony intending to weave their threads around the delicate creature. It shuddered under the Priest’s touch, but made no move to flee – and so eventually the necessities were bound. “Thank you so much,” she beamed, and then he’d be able to let go, to set it amongst the enclosure.from breaking
She rose from her crouch, coiling the rest of the unused cotton back into her pockets, and listened to the rest of the speech - repressing a shudder. Her imagination could only run wild at that point, education, wisdom, and sagacity built upon legions of legends and tales, of the possibilities of all the things now coming and colliding again, a present riddled and rankled with mayhem, with bloodshed, with tyranny. She placed her hand in her pockets, pulling at the fabric from within, and she made to maneuver out of the fold. “Is…is there anything we can do to stop it?” Lena wasn’t a member of the Order, but she understood they’d been moving along in their circles and sanctions, searching for those who could help.
I shall not live in vain
