Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena hadn’t taken her time.
She’d wanted to – to be enthralled in the midst of the Celestine for lifetimes, the ornate gardens a call to bliss, to merriment, to peace, to salvation. Except the inklings of curiosity had been slipping for a long time now, overpowering, overwhelming, until they assembled into a rogue formation, and she had to be very careful, very precise, over how she worded inquiries. Over how she questioned. Over how she wondered and pondered out into the ethers, standing amongst other transfixed, creature eyes, the thoughts bending and brewing again the moment the note was slipped into her hand.
Her sister was home, back from portals and worlds apart.
A race along the blooms and the summer heat had left her cheeks rosy-hued and her smile undampened the moment she arrived at the Tower, the grin emboldened and spirited, ducking into her sister’s chambers. “Hello!” Bounding and leaping into the parlor, taking note of the tea and helping herself to a mug, her eyes shot over to her sibling. “Okay, spill.”
Then, there was the movement, the motion, the glimmer of something from within, much like a shudder, an undulation, in the back of her mind – her gaze slowly sliding over to where the egg rested, a light gasp on her lips as she was instinctively pulled over. Lena placed the mug down on a nearby table, the resin no longer occupying her interest – gaze not sweeping away from the opalescent orb. “Where did you find it?”
She’d wanted to – to be enthralled in the midst of the Celestine for lifetimes, the ornate gardens a call to bliss, to merriment, to peace, to salvation. Except the inklings of curiosity had been slipping for a long time now, overpowering, overwhelming, until they assembled into a rogue formation, and she had to be very careful, very precise, over how she worded inquiries. Over how she questioned. Over how she wondered and pondered out into the ethers, standing amongst other transfixed, creature eyes, the thoughts bending and brewing again the moment the note was slipped into her hand.
Her sister was home, back from portals and worlds apart.
A race along the blooms and the summer heat had left her cheeks rosy-hued and her smile undampened the moment she arrived at the Tower, the grin emboldened and spirited, ducking into her sister’s chambers. “Hello!” Bounding and leaping into the parlor, taking note of the tea and helping herself to a mug, her eyes shot over to her sibling. “Okay, spill.”
Then, there was the movement, the motion, the glimmer of something from within, much like a shudder, an undulation, in the back of her mind – her gaze slowly sliding over to where the egg rested, a light gasp on her lips as she was instinctively pulled over. Lena placed the mug down on a nearby table, the resin no longer occupying her interest – gaze not sweeping away from the opalescent orb. “Where did you find it?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
