Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena’s lack of experience with the Hollowed Grounds was probably for the best – though she couldn’t fight off the apprehensive aspects regardless. Given the surroundings, the elemental fervor, and the threat of ominous chaos flickering about, she was more inclined to hover towards the back as others began filing in – taking a few opportunities to survey, watch, from vantage points.
But eventually, she too had to arrive on the scene. Steeling herself, she wore the ring of ruby along her finger, and began slowly walking in with her portion of salad and lemon bars, ignoring the thrall of the wilderness calling over the horizon.
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Jewelry (ruby ring) made here: {se} the reign of doves
Leftovers from here: {SE} one last breath
But eventually, she too had to arrive on the scene. Steeling herself, she wore the ring of ruby along her finger, and began slowly walking in with her portion of salad and lemon bars, ignoring the thrall of the wilderness calling over the horizon.
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Jewelry (ruby ring) made here: {se} the reign of doves
Leftovers from here: {SE} one last breath
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
