Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena knew tag and it’s variants; but not this particular scenario. So she pondered it, imagining the scene within her head; played with wryms, dragons, and humans alike could be more than interesting. “We can try,” she enlightened with a warm smile once more, placing her basket down where the chosen ground had been deemed safer, and solid.
Per the suggestion, the Caretaker tilted her head at the cloud wryms. They seemed thoroughly engaged with the prospects (perhaps too much, based on the amount of sudden volunteering). “Now, now, I’m sure all of you will soon have an opportunity,” and she laughed as they ghosted, gusted, and maneuvered forward – the larger winning out the prospects of beginning the game.
It fanned out in great aplomb, diving and swooping through the air, and Lena laughed, sprinting to one portion of the flattened area, while the wrym seemed intent on chasing Umbra – perhaps eager to gain a swift ally.
Per the suggestion, the Caretaker tilted her head at the cloud wryms. They seemed thoroughly engaged with the prospects (perhaps too much, based on the amount of sudden volunteering). “Now, now, I’m sure all of you will soon have an opportunity,” and she laughed as they ghosted, gusted, and maneuvered forward – the larger winning out the prospects of beginning the game.
It fanned out in great aplomb, diving and swooping through the air, and Lena laughed, sprinting to one portion of the flattened area, while the wrym seemed intent on chasing Umbra – perhaps eager to gain a swift ally.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
