Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Nothing, nothing, nothing.
The dread, consternation, and apprehension flooded through her form all over again. While they did well in avoiding being pummeled or assaulted, the fact remained that neither of them found the discernible clink. How much longer would it take? Would it cost another of them their lives – just like the stranger?
Swallowing down the trepidation, the Caretaker fed into her determination. They’d have to leave with something, other than scars and wounds and foreboding. The youth continued to strive and search, wings unfurled, gliding over, talons outstretched and yearning, while attempting to stay out of range of the creature.
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Lena stays in her bird shift and tries to find the eye and grab it with her talons again.
The dread, consternation, and apprehension flooded through her form all over again. While they did well in avoiding being pummeled or assaulted, the fact remained that neither of them found the discernible clink. How much longer would it take? Would it cost another of them their lives – just like the stranger?
Swallowing down the trepidation, the Caretaker fed into her determination. They’d have to leave with something, other than scars and wounds and foreboding. The youth continued to strive and search, wings unfurled, gliding over, talons outstretched and yearning, while attempting to stay out of range of the creature.
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Lena stays in her bird shift and tries to find the eye and grab it with her talons again.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
