Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Oh, so she had done something well. Pleasantly surprised, she nodded at the notions, trying to keep them stuck within her mind as the lesson moved on.
She wasn’t shocked by the nature of the impending lesson – animals were much the same, striving and willing to take any opportunity they could for evasion, for upheaval, to merely get away or snag at their prey. The Caretaker nodded, watching as Salt prepared for some movement Lena was unfamiliar with – striving to gain her own stance in return.
Towards her head.
There was a sudden gasp, and the youth swerved to the left, and stuck her sword out again, this time over her skull, hoping to cease and stop the blow once more while being out of range.
She wasn’t shocked by the nature of the impending lesson – animals were much the same, striving and willing to take any opportunity they could for evasion, for upheaval, to merely get away or snag at their prey. The Caretaker nodded, watching as Salt prepared for some movement Lena was unfamiliar with – striving to gain her own stance in return.
Towards her head.
There was a sudden gasp, and the youth swerved to the left, and stuck her sword out again, this time over her skull, hoping to cease and stop the blow once more while being out of range.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
