Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
History. War. Both intermingled and intertwined in the past years, and Lena could only sigh, striving to keep her buoyant thoughts afloat, when the maelstroms had been such a tangled, foregone mess of loss, anguish, despair, and gradual recovery. Gone a little quieter as she tended to the snake in her arms, her head tilted vaguely to glance at the younger woman. “There’s certainly many books about the Voice, the barrier, and why she was trapped within.” The second statement brought her a little more peace. “And about the heralds as well. You could be in there for days and not read everything,” angled on a lighter smile.
Once she was finished with one reptile, she allowed it to go, though not without an offer of treats – dainty wings carrying it forward to snag at the morsels, and then into the grass, swooping along a tree limb, before she snagged at another waiting its turn. She watched cautiously and curiously as Sohalia mirrored her motions, accepting the assistance with a steady nod of assurance. “We have quite a few right now. Some dragons, unicorns, ursur, cloud wyrms…”
Once she was finished with one reptile, she allowed it to go, though not without an offer of treats – dainty wings carrying it forward to snag at the morsels, and then into the grass, swooping along a tree limb, before she snagged at another waiting its turn. She watched cautiously and curiously as Sohalia mirrored her motions, accepting the assistance with a steady nod of assurance. “We have quite a few right now. Some dragons, unicorns, ursur, cloud wyrms…”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
