Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena had never been along the clifftops of Torchline, but meandering upon it now, as the winds churned upwards from the sea, she was reminded of home. The way she could’ve stretched out and glanced over the rocky cliffs was much like Stormbreak’s once-hostile coast, though now they were surrounded by nothing but clouds and air and a long, promised fall.
Sighing at that notion and state, she picked up little granules of ice and snow collected on the stones, due to melt almost immediately thereafter given the conditions and climate of the region – watched as they dissipated across her palm. From there, she merely flicked the droplets downward, upon grass, limbs extending near the lighthouse, near the screaming gulls, and near the beckoning strands of something else altogether.
Eventually, the Caretaker found herself a decent chunk of boulder to sit upon, dangling her feet over the edge as the sea breeze curled and coiled once more, snagging at an apple from her basket, and watching the cove to see if any animals came meandering in.
Sighing at that notion and state, she picked up little granules of ice and snow collected on the stones, due to melt almost immediately thereafter given the conditions and climate of the region – watched as they dissipated across her palm. From there, she merely flicked the droplets downward, upon grass, limbs extending near the lighthouse, near the screaming gulls, and near the beckoning strands of something else altogether.
Eventually, the Caretaker found herself a decent chunk of boulder to sit upon, dangling her feet over the edge as the sea breeze curled and coiled once more, snagging at an apple from her basket, and watching the cove to see if any animals came meandering in.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
