Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Of a curious nature herself, Lena probably wouldn’t have minded the vast array of inquiries, but when they weren’t forthcoming, she instead opted to tuck herself along a large rock, mostly dry, with a beautiful working of moss. Her eyes and smile brightened at the prospects of the Greatwood, and all the legends behind it. “Ah, I haven’t been to the Undercroft yet. Did you get a chance to look at the books?” The Caretaker could only imagine the wisdom, sagacity, and knowledge tucked away, once only for the Fae to see.
As for Stormbreak, her grin remained in its effervescent state, eyes glinting skyward, as if picturing the world floating above the clouds, even through the midst of rain and canopies. “The Celestine, though I’m rather biased. I’m the Caretaker there.” Humming a little, she tucked her hands around her knees, bringing them closer as she settled further on the boulder. “The gods created wonderful gardens, and Frey sends animals that need recuperation and mending there.”
As for Stormbreak, her grin remained in its effervescent state, eyes glinting skyward, as if picturing the world floating above the clouds, even through the midst of rain and canopies. “The Celestine, though I’m rather biased. I’m the Caretaker there.” Humming a little, she tucked her hands around her knees, bringing them closer as she settled further on the boulder. “The gods created wonderful gardens, and Frey sends animals that need recuperation and mending there.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
