Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Reaching for her own flask of water again, she hummed lightly in regards to them not being far from its exterior – as Lena made it a point to know where the heralds and deities shrines were located, even the seasonal factions. Keeping one hand still resting firmly on Mittens, in case the creature opted to make itself a nuisance again (and gods forbid taunt the dragon), she poured the container over the altar; fresh, clean, remnants of a spring not far from this location.
While Talyson offered his prayers overtly, Lena gave hers in the vast silence of her mind, over Attuned proportions, across bonds and quiet. Head bowed, and a crouch extended, the Caretaker ensured they were heard, in one way or another. Thank you for everything you have done. May you be equally blessed, Ghilio.
Standing upright thereafter, she turned to the courier, brow arched slightly, the same genuine smile segmented along her face. “Are you up to anything else in the Oerwoud today?”
While Talyson offered his prayers overtly, Lena gave hers in the vast silence of her mind, over Attuned proportions, across bonds and quiet. Head bowed, and a crouch extended, the Caretaker ensured they were heard, in one way or another. Thank you for everything you have done. May you be equally blessed, Ghilio.
Standing upright thereafter, she turned to the courier, brow arched slightly, the same genuine smile segmented along her face. “Are you up to anything else in the Oerwoud today?”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
