Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
There was much to do – that she understood, just with the vacant outline where the Tower used to be. She nodded, her eyes going in that direction out of habit, as if looking for something that would no longer be there. “Let me know if you need help.” Distractions were often better served with some purpose in mind. Perhaps she could assist where Sera might have done so – though clearly lacking in her sister’s skills.
Her head tilted vaguely at the semblances of treats and candies, the inklings of an actual smile managing to find their way to her features. Out of childlike curiosity, she glanced in the window shop – an array on display already enticing. “It always likes to change things up,” in regards to Ludo, she allowed one light round of laughter – hadn’t they made dolls in the past?
Her stare rounded back up to him though, denial immediately on her tongue, except she didn’t have a very good excuse, rather than not wanting to impose. It took a moment of contemplation, before she nodded. “Sure. It’s been a long time since I had something sweet. Does Mateo have a favorite kind?”
Her head tilted vaguely at the semblances of treats and candies, the inklings of an actual smile managing to find their way to her features. Out of childlike curiosity, she glanced in the window shop – an array on display already enticing. “It always likes to change things up,” in regards to Ludo, she allowed one light round of laughter – hadn’t they made dolls in the past?
Her stare rounded back up to him though, denial immediately on her tongue, except she didn’t have a very good excuse, rather than not wanting to impose. It took a moment of contemplation, before she nodded. “Sure. It’s been a long time since I had something sweet. Does Mateo have a favorite kind?”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
