Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
“That’s fair,” she managed a little sheepishly, head tilting back towards Ronin as he approached – but a majority of the people sidled around her, going about their business as she shrugged. Her glance went skyward again, tracking and following the airy, listless, and yet still ethereal motions of the wyrm. “Not this sort before, no.” Extracting a treat from her basket, she placed it flat along her palm, wondering if the animal would be able to smell it from this distance, and be enticed to come closer as she raised her arm.
Humming under her breath, and only watching the plumes of warm air pool and plume around her for a moment, the Caretaker’s gaze went back and forth, between wingless beast and demigod. “I’ve seen the cloud and lava variations though,” back in the Celestine, for any myriad of ailments. “Very mischievous creatures. Maybe they’ll add something here.” For Stormbreak hadn’t been amusing or diverting in a while. Her voice gentled, a soothing inquiry to follow. “How have you been?”
Humming under her breath, and only watching the plumes of warm air pool and plume around her for a moment, the Caretaker’s gaze went back and forth, between wingless beast and demigod. “I’ve seen the cloud and lava variations though,” back in the Celestine, for any myriad of ailments. “Very mischievous creatures. Maybe they’ll add something here.” For Stormbreak hadn’t been amusing or diverting in a while. Her voice gentled, a soothing inquiry to follow. “How have you been?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
