Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
She tilted her head vaguely, pausing from the artwork and details, to regard the child thoughtfully. Ignoring the youth’s request, because it would ultimately be up to Lena to decide if such an inquiry would be launched towards Frey (and she was perfectly content in just knowing she was chosen), she paid more attention to the notions of this individual being a creation of Ludo.
She was familiar with Remi, of course, given how many circumstances had intertwined. But she hadn’t been aware of any other machinations by the trickster herald – and perhaps that was just so, considering her loyalties. But all the Old Gods were held in her high beliefs, so she unfurled a breath, eyes paying more attention in a quick, rapid study, much like she would with any being in her care. “Are you a demigod of Ludo?”
She was familiar with Remi, of course, given how many circumstances had intertwined. But she hadn’t been aware of any other machinations by the trickster herald – and perhaps that was just so, considering her loyalties. But all the Old Gods were held in her high beliefs, so she unfurled a breath, eyes paying more attention in a quick, rapid study, much like she would with any being in her care. “Are you a demigod of Ludo?”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
