Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
She beamed in return, eager and content to please. “Thank you,” for so many things, but Lena hoped the notion was encompassed in the framework of all. Listening to the components, and the impending travels, the Caretaker made a mental list of branches in the Greatwood, of crafting proportions, herbs in the Labyrinth, and healing components. Perhaps the latter was her favored portion – eager to learn all aspects of the mending process – and so she nodded once more. “I’ll do my best! Thank you again!” And in a rush of breath, she bid her favored deity a fond farewell, hastening off in search for her first item.
{FIN <3}
{FIN <3}
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
