Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Munching on a few berries, she waved to several passersby that she knew well, and then to her surprise, Sohalia joined her. “Hello,” she offered in return, nodding her head. “Wonderful dress. Did you make it yourself?” Admiring the gown, she smiled, head tilting vaguely. “It’s lovely here.” And she was content, glad, for the moment, that nothing untoward or dangerous caused some nefarious interruption, but she wouldn’t say it out loud, in case of bringing the notions and daring something to come to the forefront. “You can join me for some snacking if you’d like,” extending her hand towards the chairs and food nearby.
But she was ultimately distracted by the young Accepted’s entrance – as flashy as he’d promised. The botanist’s gown of flowers were beautiful and exotic to behold, and she could only concede her grin as Mateo approached and passed through. “Well, aren’t you a sight!”
But she was ultimately distracted by the young Accepted’s entrance – as flashy as he’d promised. The botanist’s gown of flowers were beautiful and exotic to behold, and she could only concede her grin as Mateo approached and passed through. “Well, aren’t you a sight!”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
