Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
As an individual who voluntarily extended her assistance each and every day, the notion of receiving the same rendered another broad, bright smile. “If you’d like!” She passed a bundle of lanterns over to him, in assemblages of light blue (like the sky), orange, purple, and pink, and any other materials for painting were firmly placed in the middle, allowing for both of them to utilize brushes and paints whenever and wherever they’d choose. Thereafter, ensuring she hadn’t forgotten, the Caretaker extended her warmth and generosity to Eira, palm open with the treats instilled.
Her stare quirked over to the dragon hatchlings at the gate, who then scattered with a tremendous aplomb – the way young children might blast away when caught red-handed with something. She shook her head, knowing full well that those particular charges would be released soon, before tending to her task.
“Wherever we can find peace, hm?” She lofted and lilted, a harmonious little hum striking over the motions. Considering the options before her, she dipped her paintbrush into a darker blend of purple, figuring it’d look nice over the lavender – intending to mark dark streaks in it, like a brilliant sunset.
Her stare quirked over to the dragon hatchlings at the gate, who then scattered with a tremendous aplomb – the way young children might blast away when caught red-handed with something. She shook her head, knowing full well that those particular charges would be released soon, before tending to her task.
“Wherever we can find peace, hm?” She lofted and lilted, a harmonious little hum striking over the motions. Considering the options before her, she dipped her paintbrush into a darker blend of purple, figuring it’d look nice over the lavender – intending to mark dark streaks in it, like a brilliant sunset.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
