Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
She nodded at the reminder; observations she’d noted from watching many birds throughout her enclosures. Rustling around, tending to their needs amongst grass, and then raising their head, waiting for something, anything, to sound the alarm – to take flight, to flee. Lena didn’t want to be that sort of individual, but she also didn’t have the abilities to counter true, unpredictable danger yet.
Her brows furrowed while she tended to the dummy, placing the arm where it was supposed to be, looking upward as instructed, watching Salt from the corner of her eye – confused why there hadn’t been an attack yet. It made her all the more apprehensive, waiting for the inevitable, drawing in light breaths, fingers clutching, glance going to the blade and back again. “A couple years-,”
Ah, there it was.
A burst of movement snagged, and she instantly darted towards her wooden sword, snagging at it, and with a light grasp, tried to turn back towards the soldier, hoping to block the strike.
Her brows furrowed while she tended to the dummy, placing the arm where it was supposed to be, looking upward as instructed, watching Salt from the corner of her eye – confused why there hadn’t been an attack yet. It made her all the more apprehensive, waiting for the inevitable, drawing in light breaths, fingers clutching, glance going to the blade and back again. “A couple years-,”
Ah, there it was.
A burst of movement snagged, and she instantly darted towards her wooden sword, snagging at it, and with a light grasp, tried to turn back towards the soldier, hoping to block the strike.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
