Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Working with a beak was far different than a snout, or her own two hands, but patience, fortitude, and compassion drove her onwards, ever a plucky, endeavored soul. She made it a quick, short task on the first set of knots, and began pulling upon the second, eyes flickering back and forth as she derived the bizarre network of false patterns and gnarled convictions there. Did you roll around in this? was followed by light, not mocking, laughter, because she couldn’t quite fathom what had occurred – maybe in a series of duress.
Shaking her head at the response, she continued to procure gentle notions, tugging airily at certain angles. The Caretaker had been much too rapid on getting towards the individual who’d needed rescuing, that she hadn’t even thought about namesakes – an inward eyeroll for herself. Too bad we couldn’t have met under better circumstances, followed by a polite wink. I’m Lena. A pause, curious, but not too prying, continued thereafter. What brings you to Stormbreak?
Shaking her head at the response, she continued to procure gentle notions, tugging airily at certain angles. The Caretaker had been much too rapid on getting towards the individual who’d needed rescuing, that she hadn’t even thought about namesakes – an inward eyeroll for herself. Too bad we couldn’t have met under better circumstances, followed by a polite wink. I’m Lena. A pause, curious, but not too prying, continued thereafter. What brings you to Stormbreak?
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
