Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
“I hadn’t either,” she admitted with some frame of a sheepish grin; none, to her knowledge, had come within the Celestine or in need of support. Maybe they were a rare animal, or rarely required aid – she could see why, considering how Mittens took care of itself. Explaining the entire situation with the snowball fights, forts, and everything else were also complicated, so she refrained, permitting a soft laugh instead.
Finished with braiding her hair back and tucking any loose tendrils behind her ears, the Caretaker listened to the younger woman, head tilting likewise. “Oh, I’m sorry for your loss.” But she wasn’t surprised by a wandering once-Ground citizen; not after barriers had come apart, not after hundreds of years behind the multitudes, tucked away from the rest of the world. “Makes sense. What has been your favorite so far?”
As for her own whereabouts, a manner of pride instilled through her shoulders, and along the depths of her smile. “I’m from Stormbreak.”
Finished with braiding her hair back and tucking any loose tendrils behind her ears, the Caretaker listened to the younger woman, head tilting likewise. “Oh, I’m sorry for your loss.” But she wasn’t surprised by a wandering once-Ground citizen; not after barriers had come apart, not after hundreds of years behind the multitudes, tucked away from the rest of the world. “Makes sense. What has been your favorite so far?”
As for her own whereabouts, a manner of pride instilled through her shoulders, and along the depths of her smile. “I’m from Stormbreak.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
