Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena laughed, mostly because her own experience had been a surprising twist in the notion of companions and their capabilities. “I’m not sure if I’m the right person to answer that – I didn’t know abominable snowballs could become bonded to anyone,” and she gestured to Mittens, whose head came clean off its body in a bizarre juxtaposition, before teetering to the right and left, and then settling once again. “But maybe it’s a possibility?” Perhaps it was something to inquire about to the gods, or merely persist in her wandering, to see what other individuals had snagged.
Once the wyrms had finished their meal, Lena removed the feed pans, stacking them neatly for the next iteration, and then left out some forage for them, in case any grew hungry in the interim. “The creature bonds to you. Though, from what I understand, it must be their choice.” Why Mittens declared its intentions was beyond her – or why people were picked. “Up to the animal,” and she winked, before gesturing Sohalia out of the enclosure, and locking it behind them.
Once the wyrms had finished their meal, Lena removed the feed pans, stacking them neatly for the next iteration, and then left out some forage for them, in case any grew hungry in the interim. “The creature bonds to you. Though, from what I understand, it must be their choice.” Why Mittens declared its intentions was beyond her – or why people were picked. “Up to the animal,” and she winked, before gesturing Sohalia out of the enclosure, and locking it behind them.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
