Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Unsuspecting and oblivious, Lena paid no heed to the notions of her own words causing the sudden disruption – eyes widening as he choked on the wine. “Are you all right?” Hands were offered and aloft, but uncertain what to do or how to assist, and he seemed to regain his bearings after a moment. Perhaps it’d simply gone down wrong. Still, she gave him a far more wary glance, head tilting slightly in study, before the distraction of dragons, over nice names.
The confirmation of his own companion was enough to send her into deterrents anyway – grin gliding right back onto her features, as though it’d never left. “Only if you wish,” though by the hum under her breath, and the obvious excitement regaling her features, she would very much like to see the aforementioned Sugar – but Lena was not one to impose. Her gaze went towards the sky, pondering, pausing, clearly intending to catch some sort of glimmer of leathery wings (maybe ivory – if the namesake meant anything – maybe the dragon was simply sweet).
At his wondering, she had to do the same, stare downcast to the ground again, pondering over the notions. “I suppose so, if anyone was interested.” The Caretaker would be all the more eager to share her insights, her musings, her knowledge, and her experience with anyone intrigued; but she hadn’t had anyone other than passerbys, curious about one animal or the other. Finn had appeared amused, but he also seemed far too busy to take on another project. So the youth shrugged, and let it be at that.
The confirmation of his own companion was enough to send her into deterrents anyway – grin gliding right back onto her features, as though it’d never left. “Only if you wish,” though by the hum under her breath, and the obvious excitement regaling her features, she would very much like to see the aforementioned Sugar – but Lena was not one to impose. Her gaze went towards the sky, pondering, pausing, clearly intending to catch some sort of glimmer of leathery wings (maybe ivory – if the namesake meant anything – maybe the dragon was simply sweet).
At his wondering, she had to do the same, stare downcast to the ground again, pondering over the notions. “I suppose so, if anyone was interested.” The Caretaker would be all the more eager to share her insights, her musings, her knowledge, and her experience with anyone intrigued; but she hadn’t had anyone other than passerbys, curious about one animal or the other. Finn had appeared amused, but he also seemed far too busy to take on another project. So the youth shrugged, and let it be at that.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
