Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
She swallowed hard, pushing the bile suddenly clasping over her throat back down, down, down, at the child’s words. Whatever possessed the youth to say such things didn’t compel the Caretaker – it wasn’t her job to ensure this demigod understood ethics - instead her resolve hastened, blistered, until she could feel the tension building in the palm of her hand. “Then they will face consequences for doing so.” Though not necessarily by her own machinations – never violent by any measures – but it was Frey’s wishes for those animals to be placed within.
To be safe. To be whole.
The threat the child made though caused her jaw to clench, and she had no notions of continuing or engaging in the veil and vein of the horrendous, deranged conversation. “I must return to work.” And with that, she moved away, shutting the Celestine gates behind her.
{FIN}
To be safe. To be whole.
The threat the child made though caused her jaw to clench, and she had no notions of continuing or engaging in the veil and vein of the horrendous, deranged conversation. “I must return to work.” And with that, she moved away, shutting the Celestine gates behind her.
{FIN}
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
