Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena, with really no concern for her own wellbeing, sighed with relief when she found the other door. Seemingly out of nowhere though, Anju came sprinting down before there was an opportunity to try the door, to see if it was locked, and bombarded towards the surface – forcing the Caretaker to simply back away.
Out of the line of fire, perhaps, tucking herself against the rest of the building. In the meantime, however, she grabbed hold of a wad of bandages and offered them out to Anju, afraid of how close it was to perilous other areas on the dragoon’s neck.
If they couldn’t get the door open, would Sera be able to manifest something? She thought and thought, but with her sister nowhere in sight, she couldn’t voice the notions.
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Lena tucks herself against the building and out of the way of the door. She offers Anju some bandages.
Out of the line of fire, perhaps, tucking herself against the rest of the building. In the meantime, however, she grabbed hold of a wad of bandages and offered them out to Anju, afraid of how close it was to perilous other areas on the dragoon’s neck.
If they couldn’t get the door open, would Sera be able to manifest something? She thought and thought, but with her sister nowhere in sight, she couldn’t voice the notions.
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Lena tucks herself against the building and out of the way of the door. She offers Anju some bandages.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
