Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Skyport trips were inevitable, given how inaccessible Stormbreak was to the rest of the world, save for those capable of flight and the trusted diligence of the pilots. So touching down upon Torchline’s port had come as some semblance of a comfort, given the familiarity of the docks, before embarking further down the inevitable coastline.
Notebook and basket in hand, the youth made her way along the shore, hoping to catch sight of newfound fauna – especially before they made their way into the Celestine. She had a few notes jumbled and pieced together by hearsay alone: large, turquoise birds, down in the midst of kelp forests or coral beds, scales instead of feathers. There was also the potential of mudtigers, and some other kind of reef creature, but she figured a sighting of one would probably be enough for the day.
If she was fortunate.
Notebook and basket in hand, the youth made her way along the shore, hoping to catch sight of newfound fauna – especially before they made their way into the Celestine. She had a few notes jumbled and pieced together by hearsay alone: large, turquoise birds, down in the midst of kelp forests or coral beds, scales instead of feathers. There was also the potential of mudtigers, and some other kind of reef creature, but she figured a sighting of one would probably be enough for the day.
If she was fortunate.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
