Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
It made sense for a newborn, especially a clever hatchling, to try and stretch over potential boundaries. But Lena had far more experience in that regard, and arched a brow, tucking the treats away the moment Levi became demanding, striving for the edge in power and precision. He wouldn’t be granted it from her, and she bestowed a subtle, sly wink to Sera, before they maneuvered into new formations and places.
Mug set down, she too settled on the floor, a fair distance away, developing a sense of borderlines, partitions, and frontiers between all the furniture arranged, where Levi would be permitted to go and traverse and try wobbly legs. “There you go,” she murmured as he started – more of a scooting technique, tilting her head in close examination and study. This wasn’t any different from the multitude of other fledglings she’d seen – a simple work in development of limbs, coordination, and strength. But perhaps some motivation would suffice?
She retrieved one of the treats, placing it in her flattened palm, a silent encouragement to beckon him forward.
Mug set down, she too settled on the floor, a fair distance away, developing a sense of borderlines, partitions, and frontiers between all the furniture arranged, where Levi would be permitted to go and traverse and try wobbly legs. “There you go,” she murmured as he started – more of a scooting technique, tilting her head in close examination and study. This wasn’t any different from the multitude of other fledglings she’d seen – a simple work in development of limbs, coordination, and strength. But perhaps some motivation would suffice?
She retrieved one of the treats, placing it in her flattened palm, a silent encouragement to beckon him forward.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
