Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Her brows arched, raised, eyes widened when Levi opted to snap; purely instinct driven, designed to poise and strike, even moments after hatching. Sera didn’t seem to mind, and required no further aid, and Lena sat there with her mug in hand, shaking her head with light laughter. “What do you suppose his element will be?” She’d had her scores of fire, of ice, of lightning, each leather winged figure distinct in its calculations and prowess. Some of the enclosures had the marks to prove it.
Her sister’s admittance, of research, ensured the depths of Lena’s following smile were enriched by effervescence, elegant, airy, radiant; for she’d been thinking the same, and matching wiles in regards to the Magnus sisters would always be a sign of something magnificent. “Of course. How else would you be able to gain new insights? Or thoughts into your own designs?” An ethereal shrug followed, as if this was something necessary, and should’ve always come to pass. “I would like to see creatures in their natural habitats, so that I could provide more soothing places for them, if they ever needed the Celestine.”
Her sister’s admittance, of research, ensured the depths of Lena’s following smile were enriched by effervescence, elegant, airy, radiant; for she’d been thinking the same, and matching wiles in regards to the Magnus sisters would always be a sign of something magnificent. “Of course. How else would you be able to gain new insights? Or thoughts into your own designs?” An ethereal shrug followed, as if this was something necessary, and should’ve always come to pass. “I would like to see creatures in their natural habitats, so that I could provide more soothing places for them, if they ever needed the Celestine.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
