Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Sitting upon a bench, for once the Caretaker was not deeply enthralled or distracted by one of her beasts. Behind her slumbered a few dragonlings, for once finding an opportunity to rest amidst their enclosure, and it granted Lena an opportunity to add to the decorum of her world. While the Celestine itself was beautiful, serene, quiet, and content, filled with stars and loops of twilight, the youth surmised there were more ways to add to the splendor.
So she’d begun to contemplate the reaches of Frey, the earth in spring, and the rise and fall of renewal, resurgence, after a long, hard winter. Humming under her breath, her fingers had started to place lights and lanterns together, hands carefully, intricately, folding the paper together, and tying them off with string.
There was a wide array of colors, all meant to represent her favored deity, in a time where the peaceful existence might not last much longer, and together they seemed to conform to a beatific blend of harmony, peace, and good-will; a bundle of them still strewn around her feet and over the wooden surface. Perhaps she could place them along the entrance to the Celestine, around the shrine, or throughout Stormbreak itself, against the outcropping of cold, harsh stone.
So she’d begun to contemplate the reaches of Frey, the earth in spring, and the rise and fall of renewal, resurgence, after a long, hard winter. Humming under her breath, her fingers had started to place lights and lanterns together, hands carefully, intricately, folding the paper together, and tying them off with string.
There was a wide array of colors, all meant to represent her favored deity, in a time where the peaceful existence might not last much longer, and together they seemed to conform to a beatific blend of harmony, peace, and good-will; a bundle of them still strewn around her feet and over the wooden surface. Perhaps she could place them along the entrance to the Celestine, around the shrine, or throughout Stormbreak itself, against the outcropping of cold, harsh stone.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
