Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
With Ronin’s assurances, she didn’t press any further (a quizzical brow arch diminishing). Besides, the next distraction completely deterred, infusing her grin with a bright, ebullient effervescence, excitement extending, presiding, pervading right down to her fingertips. Her senses took everything in, how he signaled for the companion, how the clouds parted, how there was suddenly a blur of white, and her gaze traced over every nuances, every flicker of wings and adornments.
“Hello,” she called, friendly and amiable, rustling immediately through her basket for some leftover treats, no doubt tracing over the lining somewhere. It was the only time she took her stare off of the dragon, and thereafter held them out in her, flattened and ready if Sugar was willing. She’d nearly forgotten the previous topic, contemplating the ramparts and nuances before shrugging. “If you hear of any, please send them my way.”
Sugar’s presence in her ear incited warm laughter, listening to the warning in stride. “I’ve seen many like you, though most are fledglings.” Lost, without their mothers, sickened by something else. This dragon was clearly naught like them – though due to companion sizes, lacking in the true proportion of the other formidable ones out there – but this didn’t matter to the Caretaker. “What are you capable of, hm?”
“Hello,” she called, friendly and amiable, rustling immediately through her basket for some leftover treats, no doubt tracing over the lining somewhere. It was the only time she took her stare off of the dragon, and thereafter held them out in her, flattened and ready if Sugar was willing. She’d nearly forgotten the previous topic, contemplating the ramparts and nuances before shrugging. “If you hear of any, please send them my way.”
Sugar’s presence in her ear incited warm laughter, listening to the warning in stride. “I’ve seen many like you, though most are fledglings.” Lost, without their mothers, sickened by something else. This dragon was clearly naught like them – though due to companion sizes, lacking in the true proportion of the other formidable ones out there – but this didn’t matter to the Caretaker. “What are you capable of, hm?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
