Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
To her credit, Lena didn’t scream.
She did grab hold of Seren’s arm and Umbra’s form quite a bit more tightly, the residual fear intrinsically looping into a sudden gasp and a reeling of her feet, completely losing focus on the game. “Oh,” she muttered, shocked and albeit sputtering, trying to loosen the feeling of her heart beating wildly in her chest.
For the woman, for all her attuned dispositions, had never flown. Her shifts were riddled in ivory, fox enamorings, coupled entirely with the ground, the earth, the soil, and not the rising heights wildly there under her now.
Perhaps their lead wrym took pity on her, dragging them all along quickly, efficiently, on puffs of ethereal clouds, towards its brethren. Intending to snatch, to catch, the rest of the mischievous creatures soared, and reeled, save for a smaller one who’d been staring simply for a little too long. Snagged and caught, with only two more to go.
She did grab hold of Seren’s arm and Umbra’s form quite a bit more tightly, the residual fear intrinsically looping into a sudden gasp and a reeling of her feet, completely losing focus on the game. “Oh,” she muttered, shocked and albeit sputtering, trying to loosen the feeling of her heart beating wildly in her chest.
For the woman, for all her attuned dispositions, had never flown. Her shifts were riddled in ivory, fox enamorings, coupled entirely with the ground, the earth, the soil, and not the rising heights wildly there under her now.
Perhaps their lead wrym took pity on her, dragging them all along quickly, efficiently, on puffs of ethereal clouds, towards its brethren. Intending to snatch, to catch, the rest of the mischievous creatures soared, and reeled, save for a smaller one who’d been staring simply for a little too long. Snagged and caught, with only two more to go.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
