Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
“There is that, at least,” and she grinned, shaking her head idlely at the nature of crows or people shifting into rope nests. With her offer waved away, she could only adhere to the other task at hand, nodding. “Be back in a moment then,” and dragging Mittens with her, went to place their orders with the barista.
Though the Caretaker absolutely watched from the line and counter, pondering over puddles and vials with an arched brow, before finally committing to something overly warm and sweet. Returning, she handed Harper his drink of choice, and then settled in across from him, obliging the moment with a treat for Mittens, who hadn’t threatened any other customer. Letting her own beverage cool before she aimed to consume it, she pondered over other potentials and experiences. “Do you have to collect things elsewhere?”
Though the Caretaker absolutely watched from the line and counter, pondering over puddles and vials with an arched brow, before finally committing to something overly warm and sweet. Returning, she handed Harper his drink of choice, and then settled in across from him, obliging the moment with a treat for Mittens, who hadn’t threatened any other customer. Letting her own beverage cool before she aimed to consume it, she pondered over other potentials and experiences. “Do you have to collect things elsewhere?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
