Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Only a few more Mata Mata were left, drifting along both ladies’ sides, as if anticipating good things (treats), if they behaved themselves. As the rest of their brethren were balmed and slid towards a preferred tree, they continued to wait their turns patiently – enough so that Lena mustered light rounds of laughter as they stoked such wonder and compliance. “There are many in Caido with similar platitudes,” fascinating, but strange, as if Rae had permitted some random thoughts and ideas to float casually through. “We’ve only had a couple show up here. But they were interesting all the same.” And not too common, perhaps due to their existence in the Draig, a lack of predators, or any other nuances.
Tilting her head, the warm giggles tilted again at the mention of the speaking squirrels. “Oh goodness, they’re something else too. I came across quite a few in the Labyrinth. Always wanting to lure others.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Most of the time they don’t know where they’re going either.”
Tilting her head, the warm giggles tilted again at the mention of the speaking squirrels. “Oh goodness, they’re something else too. I came across quite a few in the Labyrinth. Always wanting to lure others.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Most of the time they don’t know where they’re going either.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
