Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena’s hums persisted, taking on a merry tune, a watchful eye on the Hels as they consumed the rest of the pastry, as she hastened the back and forth on thoughts. “They certainly do,” and she smiled, thinking of some of the ridiculous notions placed upon the sanctions recently. Worth a read anyway, depending on the subjectivity.
Lilliane’s hesitation on giving a forthright answer surrounding Caido was a safe, guarded, and understood one – so Lena permitted another soft smile. As the Hels took flight once more, likely to irritate and bombard another poor passerby, the young woman pondered over what was conveyed. “That’s why I said so far,” and she winked. “Even as a Natural, I have not been everywhere.” Like the Draig. Or the Hollowed Grounds. “But we form opinions based on our experiences, and you are allowed to come view Stormbreak for yourself.” Maybe it was a matter of pride, encouraging strangers to wander into the midst, but it shouldn’t be left up to rumors and hearsay alone.
As for the Celestine? The beaming grin reappeared. “It’s always open to visitors. You can see the animals as well, though I do give fair warning about getting too close or going within the enclosures, if I’m not around.” She’d known several to do so regardless – with varying circumstances. “Frey creates what they need for a habitat.”
Lilliane’s hesitation on giving a forthright answer surrounding Caido was a safe, guarded, and understood one – so Lena permitted another soft smile. As the Hels took flight once more, likely to irritate and bombard another poor passerby, the young woman pondered over what was conveyed. “That’s why I said so far,” and she winked. “Even as a Natural, I have not been everywhere.” Like the Draig. Or the Hollowed Grounds. “But we form opinions based on our experiences, and you are allowed to come view Stormbreak for yourself.” Maybe it was a matter of pride, encouraging strangers to wander into the midst, but it shouldn’t be left up to rumors and hearsay alone.
As for the Celestine? The beaming grin reappeared. “It’s always open to visitors. You can see the animals as well, though I do give fair warning about getting too close or going within the enclosures, if I’m not around.” She’d known several to do so regardless – with varying circumstances. “Frey creates what they need for a habitat.”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
