[se] the reign of doves

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

Lena kept careful watch over Koa from the corner of her eyes – much like one would a puppy or a toddler. Besides all of that, figuring he was occupying himself with the fiddling of his toy, the Caretaker listened to the potentials, and began sorting through her basket. She had plenty of odds and ends – bandages, herbs, the occasional clipping of whatever animal she’d been tending, until eventually she came upon what the merchant sought. An exchange of services was soon agreed upon, with hours of work to be had, and she eventually wound her way back to the door.

Opening it for both of them, the Attuned relished the fresh, summer breeze the moment they stepped outside. With a grin forming in the corner of her mouth, she obliged the nature of the chaotic being. “Now, you must have some reason for tagging along with me.” Errands could be a dull affair for anyone.

Mittens peered over again as well, removing its head clear from its body to get a better view.

and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all