Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
“I think of predator and prey, or flora and fauna and their connections. They depend on one another. I see it all the time with the animals that come to me.” And humans likewise – perhaps the same could be said of them. What of the gods, the heralds, and those intertwined in their midst? She’d make no comment about things she couldn’t quite fathom or understand, nor be arrogant enough to believe them equal to the deities. Where the Voice fit in went unspoken – a catalyst, maybe, for so many other differentials and variables.
But Amun the Outlander had believed himself to fit in amongst the outliers; immortal, creature of the night, driven immediately to aspects that were similar in composition. The Caretaker held her tongue, wondering, pondering, just how much the Voice wove her way, made them depend upon her, and while striving and trying to survive. Weren’t there better ways? “And what were some of those beauties?” Because Lena had a difficult time believing in the possibilities; not after everything else she’d been taught.
All talk of artistic matters left the venue as her attention turned directly to the landshark companion. “I try to tend to all of it,” though her excitement was a palpable thing as Zhanshi appeared and launched. Another beaming smile appeared, luminescent and blinding, as she began to talk to the creature, completely unbothered by any aspects of teeth and fangs. Hello there! Aren’t you something? Digging immediately into her basket, she found some leftover treats, and left them in her flattened palm. “How did you find him?” She wasn’t aware of many landsharks becoming bonded to others; more apt to be left to their own dangerous devices.
Her concentration didn’t deviate from the animal, but she tilted her head vaguely in Amun’s direction; listening still. “Well, I hope things work out for you.” As for her? She laughed, curving her smile into something purposefully furtive. “I’m entitled to some secrets.” Which meant she wouldn’t be sharing.
But Amun the Outlander had believed himself to fit in amongst the outliers; immortal, creature of the night, driven immediately to aspects that were similar in composition. The Caretaker held her tongue, wondering, pondering, just how much the Voice wove her way, made them depend upon her, and while striving and trying to survive. Weren’t there better ways? “And what were some of those beauties?” Because Lena had a difficult time believing in the possibilities; not after everything else she’d been taught.
All talk of artistic matters left the venue as her attention turned directly to the landshark companion. “I try to tend to all of it,” though her excitement was a palpable thing as Zhanshi appeared and launched. Another beaming smile appeared, luminescent and blinding, as she began to talk to the creature, completely unbothered by any aspects of teeth and fangs. Hello there! Aren’t you something? Digging immediately into her basket, she found some leftover treats, and left them in her flattened palm. “How did you find him?” She wasn’t aware of many landsharks becoming bonded to others; more apt to be left to their own dangerous devices.
Her concentration didn’t deviate from the animal, but she tilted her head vaguely in Amun’s direction; listening still. “Well, I hope things work out for you.” As for her? She laughed, curving her smile into something purposefully furtive. “I’m entitled to some secrets.” Which meant she wouldn’t be sharing.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
