Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
“I could compel them,” and she wrinkled her nose, put off by the action. “But that feels like cheating.” And so she took note on the distance, and the people milling about, though apparently they were distinctly in the way enough that now others had given them a wide berth, forming new pathlines around the Caretaker and demigod.
Then she gave the treat a formidable toss, waiting to see if there was any other movement, besides the snow gliding downwards. “The lava ones tend to inhabit the Climb. The cloud variety can be here, in Torchline, or in Hak Etme,” rattling off the information readily, easily, content with spreading the sagacity, in case Ronin should ever find Sugar’s wayward cousins amusing.
Politeness extended back and forth, and she tucked a half-smile along her mouth, knowing, understanding, some amount of the implications. Not about wars, or hunting relics, but certainly the last notion. His sigh was followed by her own, though she stifled most of the proportions, permitting them to wander into warm puffs of air in the winter scape. “Keeping busy.” Staying distracted. Trying not to fall apart at the seams. “I found another apartment,” but without her sister nearby it felt incredibly lifeless – and her eyes wandered back up towards the wyrms. “Do let me know if you need anything else done here.” Because it’d fill time, and leave her less likely to come unraveled.
Then she gave the treat a formidable toss, waiting to see if there was any other movement, besides the snow gliding downwards. “The lava ones tend to inhabit the Climb. The cloud variety can be here, in Torchline, or in Hak Etme,” rattling off the information readily, easily, content with spreading the sagacity, in case Ronin should ever find Sugar’s wayward cousins amusing.
Politeness extended back and forth, and she tucked a half-smile along her mouth, knowing, understanding, some amount of the implications. Not about wars, or hunting relics, but certainly the last notion. His sigh was followed by her own, though she stifled most of the proportions, permitting them to wander into warm puffs of air in the winter scape. “Keeping busy.” Staying distracted. Trying not to fall apart at the seams. “I found another apartment,” but without her sister nearby it felt incredibly lifeless – and her eyes wandered back up towards the wyrms. “Do let me know if you need anything else done here.” Because it’d fill time, and leave her less likely to come unraveled.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
