[SE] over the edge

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

Patience, compassion, tenderness, and a little bit of food always seemed to coax even the most wary, and the woman was forbearing with her outstretched hand, simply waiting and biding her time. Her eyes wandered over the blue dragon, searching for any potential signs of weakness, for any strain, for any particulars or peculiarities. But the companion seemed in fine form, young and enduring, strong and bold, and clearly wanting to be admired. So she supplied it, smile ample and genuine. “How very impressive.” She shifted slightly towards Seren, though she didn’t want to seem as if her attention was deviating. “Have you had him long?”

Whether or not the Dragoon had tricks; Lena certainly didn’t, and wasn’t aware of many that did. So she shrugged it away, keeping it to herself. “They are. Perhaps, given enough patience.” A wink went Seren’s way, averting the implication of the young not holding any.

Her brows narrowed slightly, and only because she began thinking, reeling, over the name. “Are you related to Ronin then?” Or the other fellow, the husband…though she couldn’t quite recall the title. Too many other nuances, necessities, and duties in between the moments of clarity; usually focused entirely on her work. “I do! I’m the Caretaker.” A broader smile ensued, and then she roamed through her pockets for more treats for the dragonling.

and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all