Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Really, she was mostly doing it for herself and for Sera. Time-honed traditions marked their wake along Ludo and the upcoming festival of lights – she would’ve done this regardless. “It is meant to be an honor, to see them one last time. I can imagine they would like to see us too.” As they looked on from Mort’s realm. “Some didn’t have a chance to say goodbye either.” She took a deep, burdened breath, before fixing another brushstroke, and then turning the lantern over, setting it along her lap to dry for a moment or two.
As for the hopes and dreams of neutrality, she permitted a warm, amiable smile to curl along the fringes of her mouth, but it never quite reached her eyes. Eternally uncertain if such a dream could exist anymore – especially after the most recent perils. “Maybe something within the Wilds? I’ve heard of others settling there.”
As for the hopes and dreams of neutrality, she permitted a warm, amiable smile to curl along the fringes of her mouth, but it never quite reached her eyes. Eternally uncertain if such a dream could exist anymore – especially after the most recent perils. “Maybe something within the Wilds? I’ve heard of others settling there.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
