Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Laughing at the whisper, and perhaps in some silent agreement, Lena persisted in the undertones. “It tends to wallop others with snow though,” especially unsuspecting victims – and Mittens absolutely heard her, whirling its head around entirely, before settling its stony eyes on the horizon again.
She continued in her stitching, lifting her head every so often to gaze upon Mateo’s progress, suitably impressed each time more flowers were added to the inspired gown. She blushed at the compliment, shaking her head. “Thank you. I learned from my mother.” Snaking another portion of thread through the dragon’s head and nose, she considered the shop aspect the young Accepted had already endeavored. “Will you expand your business to other lands?” The Caretaker could imagine a necessity for some petals and blossoms in each world – especially after years of strife. More changes to bloom and prosper.
She continued in her stitching, lifting her head every so often to gaze upon Mateo’s progress, suitably impressed each time more flowers were added to the inspired gown. She blushed at the compliment, shaking her head. “Thank you. I learned from my mother.” Snaking another portion of thread through the dragon’s head and nose, she considered the shop aspect the young Accepted had already endeavored. “Will you expand your business to other lands?” The Caretaker could imagine a necessity for some petals and blossoms in each world – especially after years of strife. More changes to bloom and prosper.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
