[se] the sun knew you too

Lena

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

Lena didn’t often wander down by the Silk Houses, but with the latest festival springing up (and even that brought forth some confusion, some tension, over its particulars), this occasion called for some spices – Sera’s favorites, if she were to be honest. Some manner of honor, of tradition, from what her sibling used to bake – maybe that could be shared at the supposed long table amongst the swamps.

The stroll didn’t take long, her long strides keeping pace with other locals and Naturals, basket tucked under her arm. She’d arranged a few things to barter and trade for, and by the time they’d pressed around corners, the Caretaker spotted the designated kiosk. Fluttering there with a token smile and righteous justifications, the young Stormbreaker began the haggling process, pointing out the cinnamon and vanilla immediately.

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm