Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
She had, in moments of work, lantern making, and grieving, subsequently forgotten to eat. Other than the sweets she’d snagged with Ronin at the shops earlier in the week, there hadn’t been much time set aside for her own necessities. “Thank you,” and she dipped her head in acknowledgement and gratitude, snagging at a snack or two when she rested her paintbrush in the water.
While she munched on a piece of bread, her attention could waver back onto the map. “King’s End is rumored to be a burial ground as well,” and he could take that as however he liked – considering the daemons and barrows that remained there. “Any land will be work, it’s true, but the same could be said for many of those that started out.” One could think of Halo, hardy and sturdy, or even Torchline and how they’d built themselves up from the sea. “It also depends on those willing to help you, I suppose, and all their capabilities.”
While she munched on a piece of bread, her attention could waver back onto the map. “King’s End is rumored to be a burial ground as well,” and he could take that as however he liked – considering the daemons and barrows that remained there. “Any land will be work, it’s true, but the same could be said for many of those that started out.” One could think of Halo, hardy and sturdy, or even Torchline and how they’d built themselves up from the sea. “It also depends on those willing to help you, I suppose, and all their capabilities.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
