Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
The voice drew her face upward, mouth rounding into one of gentle surprise, eyes widening slightly, before going downcast again. “Ronin,” and she nodded, uncertain of what to do or say. The normal courtesies seemed very foolish and naïve – a brief how are you not quite worthy of whatever had occurred. None of them were well. “Are you doing all right?” She murmured instead, shifting some of the bandages now nestled in her basket by way of restlessness.
As for the comment, she shrugged. Maybe she shouldn’t be. She was half-inclined to curl and coil up in mourning again, but it wouldn’t do much good other than wallowing, and the fresh air would be beneficial. By way of explanation, she drew a false, forced smile, stretching to the corners of her lips. “I needed to restock supplies.” Eventually, her gaze managed to flick at the sign, at the shop nearby, and were these happier moments and less-strained day, she might’ve laughed. Instead, it was the same grin full of pretenses, one she wore like armor now. “Looking for something in particular?”
As for the comment, she shrugged. Maybe she shouldn’t be. She was half-inclined to curl and coil up in mourning again, but it wouldn’t do much good other than wallowing, and the fresh air would be beneficial. By way of explanation, she drew a false, forced smile, stretching to the corners of her lips. “I needed to restock supplies.” Eventually, her gaze managed to flick at the sign, at the shop nearby, and were these happier moments and less-strained day, she might’ve laughed. Instead, it was the same grin full of pretenses, one she wore like armor now. “Looking for something in particular?”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
