Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena didn’t laugh at his attempts – instilling a manner of pride, a light beam of a smile again, while he tried, while he strived, while he attempted. She wouldn’t giggle at mistakes made, for that was how one learned. She wouldn’t grant a malicious or snide glimmer, for things took time. Levi had made far more progress than humans did, at any rate, when first struggling to find their footing. The only thing she prospered was encouragement, a keep trying essence floating from the brim of her sanctity, blooming in her heart, in her mind. The dragon would receive the same justification she utilized for all – to at least endeavor into one’s trials. It was how any of them became stronger, got closer, advanced in their goals and aspirations. Perhaps fledglings didn’t have those similar aspects; but instinct, inherent, inborn traits, would drive them regardless.
To survival. To prowess.
Some readjustments were put in place, and then he was off, rapaciously seeking out her hand, the snout landing, and here she exuded radiance, an effervescent sheen to her grin. “Oh, very well done.” The dragon was rewarded with his promised treat, and a few extra morsels. Then she tossed a set towards Sera, in efforts to coax him back in his companion’s direction.
To survival. To prowess.
Some readjustments were put in place, and then he was off, rapaciously seeking out her hand, the snout landing, and here she exuded radiance, an effervescent sheen to her grin. “Oh, very well done.” The dragon was rewarded with his promised treat, and a few extra morsels. Then she tossed a set towards Sera, in efforts to coax him back in his companion’s direction.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
