Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
They all ended up scampering back, winding their way through enclosures and back to the main station – perhaps unaware of just how much trouble they’d avoided. They’re met by Lena’s bright grin and enthusiasm, eyes immediately darting to things they’d found. “Oh, these are wonderful! I think they’ll be very helpful for the future!” She didn’t say it – in case war reached Stormbreak again – thinking the sentiments could be left unsaid.
Together, they sorted, mushrooms going into their designated baskets, peppermint bark, sentient vines, and herbs into others. By the time she’d finished, the Caretaker stepped back, impressed with their work. “Very nicely done. Thank you so much again,” nodding to Talyson, Mateo, and Boreal in turn. From then on, they’d be permitted to meander or wander along the rest of the Celestine, while Lena moved things around, intending to utilize these to accommodate the citizens of the stony world.
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That wraps it up! Thank you so much for helping!
{FIN}
Together, they sorted, mushrooms going into their designated baskets, peppermint bark, sentient vines, and herbs into others. By the time she’d finished, the Caretaker stepped back, impressed with their work. “Very nicely done. Thank you so much again,” nodding to Talyson, Mateo, and Boreal in turn. From then on, they’d be permitted to meander or wander along the rest of the Celestine, while Lena moved things around, intending to utilize these to accommodate the citizens of the stony world.
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That wraps it up! Thank you so much for helping!
{FIN}
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
