Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
The peace, the beauty, the air of adventure rather than chaotic masses or falling cities, gave the Caretaker some repose as she stared out over the mass of movement. Instinct told her to immediately wander towards the luxere, but with treats promised and laden for later, she gave them a firm nod, before meandering, wandering, towards a section of the markets.
Accustomed to Stormbreak’s scene, these trinkets, baubles, and ornamental designs bent and lent a different delineation in design – so much so that she found herself greatly occupied by whatever she’d find next. Perhaps she could take some home after some haggling, pondering over the objects she had for trade in her basket, and they could be included amongst and amidst the Celestine.
Finding favor with a beautifully carved cloud wyrm, she peeked closer at it, along the intricate webs and weaves of ivory, of puffs of air sculpted neatly into whimsical flairs and details. So much so, that she scarcely noticed others passing by.
Accustomed to Stormbreak’s scene, these trinkets, baubles, and ornamental designs bent and lent a different delineation in design – so much so that she found herself greatly occupied by whatever she’d find next. Perhaps she could take some home after some haggling, pondering over the objects she had for trade in her basket, and they could be included amongst and amidst the Celestine.
Finding favor with a beautifully carved cloud wyrm, she peeked closer at it, along the intricate webs and weaves of ivory, of puffs of air sculpted neatly into whimsical flairs and details. So much so, that she scarcely noticed others passing by.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
