{open} Homesick

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

Moments out of Stormbreak were a rarity, but with the sky ports open and utilized, with the day’s work already managed, Lena sought to indulge her curiosities. Content with the way the boats maneuvered, enjoying the wind in her face, relishing the sights and sounds of Torchline up ahead, she wore a light blouse with flowing sleeves, hoping to not so out of place in a world not clinging to stones, traditions, or otherworldly gazes.

By the time everything landed, however, excitement got the better of her, and one could likely see by her widened gaze, staring at the other ships set about the water, feet yearning to dash towards the sands, that she certainly was no Torchliner. The Caretaker set about with a notebook in hand, gaze segmenting immediately to a few Hels in the distance, hastily writing everything down. She’d seen them in the Celestine of course, and cared for them, but it was something else to see them in their natural habitat.

So distracted that she bumped into several people, with apologies at the ready. “So sorry,” she murmured, with a wave of her hand and a sheepish grin, before doing the same thing again, to another woman simply resting on the railing. “My apologies,” was another offering, hoping not to get any other grumpy looks.

and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all