Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena was only out and about because an assistant told her to stop working and simply walk elsewhere, and part of her thought she’d be of some aid towards the Plaza. Being busy kept her away from grief, in brief glimmers and flickers, and perhaps the notions had been fortuitous, because there seemed to be some semblance of an announcement being made.
Curious, she followed after several others making their way towards the central square, and she heard the fringes of Ronin’s voice over the growing crowd. The Tower fallen. The Order diminished (something stirred in her chest, the residual loss of blood and bonds). Cabinets ready to be formed. Stormbreak and the Huntsman remaining. Her eyes only followed to others when Finn announced his departure, blinking in the uncertainty, before simply standing still too.
For she would endure as well. It was all she had left.
Curious, she followed after several others making their way towards the central square, and she heard the fringes of Ronin’s voice over the growing crowd. The Tower fallen. The Order diminished (something stirred in her chest, the residual loss of blood and bonds). Cabinets ready to be formed. Stormbreak and the Huntsman remaining. Her eyes only followed to others when Finn announced his departure, blinking in the uncertainty, before simply standing still too.
For she would endure as well. It was all she had left.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
