[SE] Flowersong Birdbirth

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

Already granting Boreal treats, and none for Mittens, the youth’s head shot back upwards. “Oh, were you there too? It was hard to tell what was going on.” The snowball fight had been a mess in and of itself, and she’d been content to scurry out of harm’s way a multitude of times. “Mittens was the reward for making it through. I think.” The companion gave another gleeful, and slightly demonic, turn of its head, much like an owl, before floating to cast its sights on Boreal, though just…merely hovering. Levitating. In front of the dragon.

Lena grabbed hold of it before the notions went any further, a light grasp that insinuated better behavior, while she answered the rest of the questions. “I'm here to give an offering to Ghilio. You?”

and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all