[SE] Pickled, dried, salted, smoked

Lena

and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm

Stormbreak had its enchantments and flaws; having lived there her entire life brought about such perspectives. But with recent developments, events, and things lost in the wake of chaos, Lena had turned on a much more faithful, constant allegiance to the world of stone – though the inquiry made her eyes widen for a moment, with a light laugh to follow. “Oh, no! I’m just a loyal follower.” She wouldn’t want him to get the wrong idea – she certainly wasn’t one of Gideon’s disciples, strolling about in robes across the cathedral’s floor, nor was she going to bombard others with their choices of religion.

Tilting her head vaguely, attention drawn to some fish passing through as merchants wheeled more merchandise and produce through the market, she pondered over the curiosities and information surrounding the mer. She figured most of them had occupations just like the rest of the world – only underwater – so she leaned into those notions and inquiries. “What do you do for work?”

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm