Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
For the moment, Lena ignored the ashen floor, the sooty abyss, and the darker treads of the wake. The fires were diminished, and though the Temple proportions were likely quite damaged from the multiple assaults and sieges, of spirits, dragons, and the like, the greater proportions to the angles were that they lived. With a quiet thank you, a kiss of her fingertips and into the air towards the ravens that had led the wraith’s vestiges away, and merely the pitter-patter of rain left, the youth turned her attentions to the priest.
She could put the dangers, the trauma, the experience out of her notions for now. They’d likely traverse behind her eyes later, later, later, when she restlessly tried to return to slumber, or when she walked down the garden pathways – but there were other means, other measures, to attend to. The consummate healer, the constant Caretaker, bloomed and unfurled once more.
A thousand inquiries managed to sneak into her gaze, locked upon her sister’s for a second, as she tiptoed over, retrieving the basket she’d dropped in her haste to guard, protect, and ensure vials weren’t set ablaze. She placed one in and amongst the adornments, the stray, salvageable, remaining bandages – curious, pondering, uncertain what it all meant – but the only question that occupied her in that instant was the gentle, whispering one as she neared Gideon. “Are you all right?”
She could put the dangers, the trauma, the experience out of her notions for now. They’d likely traverse behind her eyes later, later, later, when she restlessly tried to return to slumber, or when she walked down the garden pathways – but there were other means, other measures, to attend to. The consummate healer, the constant Caretaker, bloomed and unfurled once more.
A thousand inquiries managed to sneak into her gaze, locked upon her sister’s for a second, as she tiptoed over, retrieving the basket she’d dropped in her haste to guard, protect, and ensure vials weren’t set ablaze. She placed one in and amongst the adornments, the stray, salvageable, remaining bandages – curious, pondering, uncertain what it all meant – but the only question that occupied her in that instant was the gentle, whispering one as she neared Gideon. “Are you all right?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
