Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Ordinarily, the Celestine was a comforting world to her. Broad and gentle, easygoing and complex, a litany of flowers and havens and sanctums for any creature, human or otherwise, stepping into its boundaries. But with recent letters, approaching wars, and the litany of circumstances surrounding this world, her hands had tightened over the rim of her basket, struggling not to shake or be rattled.
Even without Noah’s presence and directions, she’d already searched several enclosures and areas for the statuesque figure. Aside from the usual set of injured or sick animals, nothing else had cropped up or seemed out of place. Figuring it was likely best to wait, the Caretaker stood close to the entrance, awaiting the Sentinel’s arrival.
Even without Noah’s presence and directions, she’d already searched several enclosures and areas for the statuesque figure. Aside from the usual set of injured or sick animals, nothing else had cropped up or seemed out of place. Figuring it was likely best to wait, the Caretaker stood close to the entrance, awaiting the Sentinel’s arrival.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
