LENA
it's not a sad song
Seeing everything from above – cosmic intertwinings and disastrous multitudes – only painted part of the picture. So she felt very adrift, anxious, and discontent as she traversed from Stormbreak’s hospitable world to below – eyes peering over edges and looming along the wake of the earth; overwhelmed and flooded waters of Halo, the rush of seas and bays that had never come so close to the Citadel.
Even upon her arrival the anxious edges wouldn’t cease, as her eyes went to the rush of people coming and going along the street. She didn’t know where to begin, except to ask, and gazing upon passersby, she wondered if she was only intruding, the box in her hands full of medicinal herbs, and likely not enough. Biting her lip, she cast about, until finally there were some individuals ceasing long enough for her to ask. “Hello, I’m so sorry, I’m Lena from Stormbreak – how can I help?”
Even upon her arrival the anxious edges wouldn’t cease, as her eyes went to the rush of people coming and going along the street. She didn’t know where to begin, except to ask, and gazing upon passersby, she wondered if she was only intruding, the box in her hands full of medicinal herbs, and likely not enough. Biting her lip, she cast about, until finally there were some individuals ceasing long enough for her to ask. “Hello, I’m so sorry, I’m Lena from Stormbreak – how can I help?”
if you follow me I'll sing the rest
