Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
“Seraphina,” she hummed, ignorant and unaware of anything else, waving off the offer of wine; she was a lightweight, and had other things to attend to later. But she could sit, a moment not on her feet would do some good, and she stretched out her legs, allowing her calves to flex while the rest of the crowd gathered further inward, only tilting her head slightly at the continued antics of the sapling. “Her dragon is Levi,” and then considering the implications of the Dragoons, the curiosity surrounding her own prestige and occupation, the youth inquired further, eyes blinking back at him again. “You must have one then! They’re lovely creatures.”
But her job was her life, and so she gave no thought to its pressures or roles. It was what she’d wanted. “Mhm,” and then she wove a brilliant smile, as if she wasn’t bothered in the least. “But Frey sends the animals there. I just tend them. Then when they’re healed, they’re released back into the wild.” Whole and well again, to continue surviving another day.
But her job was her life, and so she gave no thought to its pressures or roles. It was what she’d wanted. “Mhm,” and then she wove a brilliant smile, as if she wasn’t bothered in the least. “But Frey sends the animals there. I just tend them. Then when they’re healed, they’re released back into the wild.” Whole and well again, to continue surviving another day.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
