Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The youth hadn’t expected rain today, but was content in her fur coat, shaking it ever-so-slightly, rushing the droplets away and casting them aside until the next onslaught. Peeking around another set of brush and thorns, an unfamiliar but definitely human scent intermingled amidst the earth, and for a split second, she very foolishly stopped dead in her tracks.
Because right ahead was a woman along the banks, curled up, and the salt flickered through the air again.
Lena’s ears perked up, and she pondered her next course of action. Run back into the Greatwood? Approach? Meander slightly around? Mittens was already chomping at the notions of slamming its snowball body into the poor, unsuspecting creature, and so the Caretaker opened up in the only way she knew how in this current state, shifting, standing before the stranger as her usual self. “Hello. Sorry if we were bothering you,” came on a light whisper and a small smile, walking in earnest to stand beneath a wide branch as it absorbed some of the showers.
Because right ahead was a woman along the banks, curled up, and the salt flickered through the air again.
Lena’s ears perked up, and she pondered her next course of action. Run back into the Greatwood? Approach? Meander slightly around? Mittens was already chomping at the notions of slamming its snowball body into the poor, unsuspecting creature, and so the Caretaker opened up in the only way she knew how in this current state, shifting, standing before the stranger as her usual self. “Hello. Sorry if we were bothering you,” came on a light whisper and a small smile, walking in earnest to stand beneath a wide branch as it absorbed some of the showers.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
