[RQ] seeding the skies

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

Maybe it was much like her fox senses, when wandering across terrain – snagging at a noise, a sound, a sibilance ticking away underneath the cover of ground. So she could understand it for the most part, but lacking in any massive shifts, Lena would just have to take his word for it. Sounds amazing anyway and she smiled, the meaning behind it just as effervescent as the Caretaker herself.

Her heart swelled glancing over the Stormbreak views again though – trying hard not to lurch over the absence of the Tower, but in admiration of everything else that stood in its wake. And then back up – reaching more heights and grandeur, and her hands took in the last of the powder, ensuring it was emptied, sprinkled and scattered over the world. The satchel was safely stored away in her pocket, and then she nodded. Ready!

and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all