Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Unencumbered by the trauma of past festivities in years gone by, Lena arrived amidst the Oerwoud, with Mittens in tow, sporting her handmade finery. Cool, spring colors curled their way through her hair, arranged with flowers in pink, purple, and blue hues, matching the shades of her lavender dress (adorned in dragons; a homage to her sister). With her basket laden over her arm, she figured the picture complete, and didn’t mind the airy whims of the land’s climate.
Rather than heading for anywhere in particular, she found herself, and her companion, marveling at the spread of the meadow, the feast nearby, and the hanging lanterns, garlands, marking the route to take. From there though, she couldn’t help but snag a seat towards the end of the long table, helping herself to some fruit while others meandered in.
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{se} nine in the afternoon Outfit Making
{SE} Flowersong Birdbirth Ghilio Offering
Rather than heading for anywhere in particular, she found herself, and her companion, marveling at the spread of the meadow, the feast nearby, and the hanging lanterns, garlands, marking the route to take. From there though, she couldn’t help but snag a seat towards the end of the long table, helping herself to some fruit while others meandered in.
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{se} nine in the afternoon Outfit Making
{SE} Flowersong Birdbirth Ghilio Offering
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
