Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Something bit at her, and she couldn’t quite name it. Likely grief, as she quietly nodded at Ronin’s request, munching off another piece of bread before adhering to the task. With a piece of charcoal and parchment, the young Caretaker began to sketch out the outer proportions of the Tower, eyes occasionally flicking over to its empty spot, before begrudgingly carrying on. It’d been a part of her past, everyone’s in Stormbreak, and unfortunately still resounded in the present, with the notions of her fallen sister, and fellow citizens.
The lines were bolder than she would’ve liked, but in the end, she handed the rough sketch over to Darkeye, so that the task could be completed.
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Lena draws the Tower out for Darkeye.
The lines were bolder than she would’ve liked, but in the end, she handed the rough sketch over to Darkeye, so that the task could be completed.
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Lena draws the Tower out for Darkeye.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
