Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Ink drop by ink drop, Lena solidified the dragon sketch. In between steadying breaths, she listened to the sounds of the blink hares behind her, practicing their instinctual running and sparking. It kept her grounded, in place, rather than floating off into her grief, and before long, the flying lizard’s shape rooted along the enamel. Sighing, concentrating, she hadn’t noticed the older man until she went to dip her paintbrush back into the water, swerving it around until it had lost its residual color.
Eyes widening for a moment, she immediately apologized. “My apologies, I was focusing on my lantern.” Pausing, brush still in the liquid and paints strewn about the bench, she moved some things to ensure he had adequate room and space. “That’s fine. I’m sorry you had to see the world in such a state.”
Eyes widening for a moment, she immediately apologized. “My apologies, I was focusing on my lantern.” Pausing, brush still in the liquid and paints strewn about the bench, she moved some things to ensure he had adequate room and space. “That’s fine. I’m sorry you had to see the world in such a state.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
