Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The Caretaker’s travels, and corresponding necessities, took her towards the Hollowed Grounds. Having avoided it during the promise of war, and subsequent time thereafter, the unfamiliarity of the islands had given her pause. Asking a few people on the recovering streets, looking like repairs had been underway for some time, they’d directed her towards the Labyrinth with the kind of glance that ensured her sojourn was foolish at best.
But that wouldn’t stop her.
Except for now, lingering at the threshold, and spying the hedgerows, the wild, twisting plants, the vines threatening to alter and change. She might’ve been inclined to listen to the squirrels nearby (this way!) but she already knew better from her experiences in the Celestine – they were, at best, directionally challenged.
Lifting her basket higher along her shoulder, she hastened another swift breath, steeling and forging, a soft murmur and hum underneath. “All right, here goes nothing.”
But that wouldn’t stop her.
Except for now, lingering at the threshold, and spying the hedgerows, the wild, twisting plants, the vines threatening to alter and change. She might’ve been inclined to listen to the squirrels nearby (this way!) but she already knew better from her experiences in the Celestine – they were, at best, directionally challenged.
Lifting her basket higher along her shoulder, she hastened another swift breath, steeling and forging, a soft murmur and hum underneath. “All right, here goes nothing.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
