Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Her eyes took in his lantern, appraising and gentle, finishing with a smile and nod; the weight of her approval never too vast or great. She placed the final touches on her own, putting the paintbrush down into the water, permitting the colors to blend and blur while she observed, pausing in the ministrations and thoughts to reflect on her own task. It seemed suitable enough.
Back to his words though, as she began to gather and collect the finer things. “I see,” in some regard, though she didn’t mention her distrust in portals. Given Noah’s status as a demigod, he’d likely already heard the warnings instilled. “Maybe I’ll wander over there some day.” Another grin – embellished in its generosity and beneficence, as he agreed with his assessment. “Yes, of course.” Thereafter, she snagged at the rest of the supplies, and grabbed hold of all the others. “Thank you for telling me.” For it probably hadn’t been easy.
Then, they could go hang beautiful beacons of light, painted fixtures, to ignite and see through the perils of upcoming days.
{FIN}
Back to his words though, as she began to gather and collect the finer things. “I see,” in some regard, though she didn’t mention her distrust in portals. Given Noah’s status as a demigod, he’d likely already heard the warnings instilled. “Maybe I’ll wander over there some day.” Another grin – embellished in its generosity and beneficence, as he agreed with his assessment. “Yes, of course.” Thereafter, she snagged at the rest of the supplies, and grabbed hold of all the others. “Thank you for telling me.” For it probably hadn’t been easy.
Then, they could go hang beautiful beacons of light, painted fixtures, to ignite and see through the perils of upcoming days.
{FIN}
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
