Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Stopping in Torchline briefly to gather some more supplies, Lena hadn’t expected to see a full-fledged gathering along the beach. Curiosity compelled, but a more cautious endeavor suited her just fine – intending to walk around, merely peek, wonder, ponder, and then go about her merry way.
Until she saw another slightly on the outskirts – Ancient, as noted by the horns, and the apprehension seared away for bravery and determination. Stepping forward, hands clutching her basket, she managed to whisper to Ophelia, head tilting and eyes examining the laden wares and rapidly noticing the demeanor of others nearby. “Hello. Do you know what’s going on?”
Until she saw another slightly on the outskirts – Ancient, as noted by the horns, and the apprehension seared away for bravery and determination. Stepping forward, hands clutching her basket, she managed to whisper to Ophelia, head tilting and eyes examining the laden wares and rapidly noticing the demeanor of others nearby. “Hello. Do you know what’s going on?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
