Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
At the very least, Lena could funnel agreement and accord back into the alteration, away, away, away from the trepidation. “Of course. Thank you.” She looked down at her basket, maneuvering pieces and portions, flighty, restless, feeling the need to escape. But Umbra’s touch was far more grounding, and she found herself reaching to gingerly pet the dragon’s snout, kept within for just a moment more. “You’re welcome. And I did.” Then she released the companion, eyes meeting the wyrms up above, until they too began to dissipate.
“I must return to the Celestine.” Duties and distractions were a welcome combination now, and there were multitudes of things to think about, ruminate over, in between. “Feel free to come by anytime you’d like.” And with that, the Caretaker waved, hastening back over the bridges, and not glancing downward into the sea.
{FIN <3}
“I must return to the Celestine.” Duties and distractions were a welcome combination now, and there were multitudes of things to think about, ruminate over, in between. “Feel free to come by anytime you’d like.” And with that, the Caretaker waved, hastening back over the bridges, and not glancing downward into the sea.
{FIN <3}
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
