Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
And after all of that, they seemed to have completed Darkeye’s mission. The Caretaker took a solid breath, gazing upon everything they’d accomplished. Contentment and relief mingled in with the grief, until she wasn’t quite certain what she should’ve been feeling – but painted on that residual smile for everyone else’s benefit. She reached out to shake the warpriest’s hand, head bowed in gratitude. “Thank you for your assistance and hard work.” Gazing upward at Ronin, and patting him on the shoulder for his efforts too, the youth began to gradually fade back into the world of stone – off to take her rest as well.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
