Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Not quite lost in the entire escapade, her attention deviated the moment her name was called. There was an initial throng of apprehension, and only because she wondered if something had happened with one of the animals, before it ceased and seceded altogether. Noah’s familiar form remained along the corner, and she laughed softly, brushing away a few stray hairs from her face. “Noah! How are you?” Was a dignified, warm greeting, complete with a welcome wave to the griffin, immediately rummaging through her basket for some treats.
While tending to those notions, the dragon hatchlings amongst the enclosure pressed their noses against the gate – either spying new blood or merely being curious. She eyed them briefly, perhaps in warning, perhaps in jest, before attending to the task she’d actually been perusing through. “Oh, with Flowerbirth here, I thought it’d be nice to liven things up. These are some lanterns to decorate the Celestine with.” The Caretaker snagged at a pale purple one, hanging it up for him to see. “I thought about painting on them too.” Maybe some animals, some plant life, pushing down thoughts of war and incoming catastrophe. “What brings you to the Celestine today?”
While tending to those notions, the dragon hatchlings amongst the enclosure pressed their noses against the gate – either spying new blood or merely being curious. She eyed them briefly, perhaps in warning, perhaps in jest, before attending to the task she’d actually been perusing through. “Oh, with Flowerbirth here, I thought it’d be nice to liven things up. These are some lanterns to decorate the Celestine with.” The Caretaker snagged at a pale purple one, hanging it up for him to see. “I thought about painting on them too.” Maybe some animals, some plant life, pushing down thoughts of war and incoming catastrophe. “What brings you to the Celestine today?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
