Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
It was beautiful.
Lena was often overcome with sights of serenity and tranquility, but the twirl of hues, the plentiful, pleasant aromas, and the blinking lantern lights, fitted against the backdrop of crisp white and the luxere’s glows, were enough to give her pause as she meandered in. Almost by instinct, she caught herself from wondering what to tell Sera – because that habit had not yet died away, and perhaps she could in another wake, just not in the tangible, corporeal means any longer.
The Caretaker’s natural tendency would be to immediately meander towards the luxere and the sleigh ride, but figuring she could save a favored thing for last, she began to peruse the markets (following, perhaps, the distinctive pull of hot cocoa) with her basket, intending to fill it with goodies and materials to bring back home.
Lena was often overcome with sights of serenity and tranquility, but the twirl of hues, the plentiful, pleasant aromas, and the blinking lantern lights, fitted against the backdrop of crisp white and the luxere’s glows, were enough to give her pause as she meandered in. Almost by instinct, she caught herself from wondering what to tell Sera – because that habit had not yet died away, and perhaps she could in another wake, just not in the tangible, corporeal means any longer.
The Caretaker’s natural tendency would be to immediately meander towards the luxere and the sleigh ride, but figuring she could save a favored thing for last, she began to peruse the markets (following, perhaps, the distinctive pull of hot cocoa) with her basket, intending to fill it with goodies and materials to bring back home.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
