[se] thunderstorms a week ago

Lena

and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm

Her light hum continued; a consistent melody, meant to be a calming, restorative tactic all on its own. Nurturing and kind, compassionate and tender, everything the Caretaker intended and hoped to be as she softly tread back towards the snakes, petalsoft and airy. Her head inclined back towards Sohalia at the inquiry, eyes widening, and smile rapid. “Oh, you absolutely should! I’ve gone in many a time. It’s a wonderful place to study all sorts of history, heralds, and the like. Are you looking for anything in particular?” A nest of intrigue and information, without too many prying eyes. “And no need to be a student. Stormbreak appreciates any with a scholarly and curious mind.”

With a wink, she sat down beside one of the winged reptiles with a dainty and gentle descent, curling her legs inward so that she might hold one of the creatures across her lap. It purred and hissed simultaneously; and she permitted another grin. “The balm is to treat their skin. Somewhere along the way they acquired an infection.” Probably something fungal, given the nature of the changing seasons. “You can have some, if you’d like.” From there, Lena placed the jar in the middle, so they could both use it, and then demonstrated the gentle ease of the procedure, the way her fingers slowly and daintily stroked over the marred portions of scales, placing the salve along skin so that it could begin to heal.

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm