Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Not overly vain, but certainly expecting a few snarls due to the humidity and rain, the Caretaker combed her fingers through her dark hair, wringing out further drops beneath the boughs. Giving the stranger adequate space and boundaries, her brows raised slightly at the surprise, then the hoarse voice, the quick, sudden scrambles. Had the words not held doubt, Lena would’ve been certain she and the snowball had intruded upon something. It wasn’t in her business to pry, but she could already feel a pang in her heart for the youth – despite not knowing her at all.
Her voice came along as it often did – soft and light, unperturbed by either the surroundings or the uniqueness of the situation. “Not at all, and nothing to be sorry for,” came along a genuine smile, as she began to twist and braid the bottom portions of her tresses. “Mittens and I were just wandering through.” The companion replied with an eerie twist of its head, the stony fixture of its eyes gazing solely at the woman. “I’m Lena,” and she extended a free hand outward, in case the other felt inclined towards introductions. “And we’ve all had those days.”
Her voice came along as it often did – soft and light, unperturbed by either the surroundings or the uniqueness of the situation. “Not at all, and nothing to be sorry for,” came along a genuine smile, as she began to twist and braid the bottom portions of her tresses. “Mittens and I were just wandering through.” The companion replied with an eerie twist of its head, the stony fixture of its eyes gazing solely at the woman. “I’m Lena,” and she extended a free hand outward, in case the other felt inclined towards introductions. “And we’ve all had those days.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
