Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
“Oh, much better!” She clapped for the dragonling, as he surged forward, as he maneuvered the limbs meant to eventually be mighty. All it took was some age-old persuasion in food. Eventually he’d master those capabilities, and then move onto others. “When he’s a little older, he can practice flying.” Lena maneuvered her brows up and down as if this was some wild assertion, suggestion, and designation, when it truly was a natural contortion to their being. “And his ability, of course.”
She tucked her knees up, wrapped her arms around them, and resisted the urge to tease Levi back over again. Instead, she remained a serene figure, watching, waiting. “Did you ever think you’d be so lucky?” To gain a companion? To hold fortune in the palm of her hand? To be radiant and successful? Her smile was bold and genuine, a tilt of her head as she surveyed the wondrous scene.
She tucked her knees up, wrapped her arms around them, and resisted the urge to tease Levi back over again. Instead, she remained a serene figure, watching, waiting. “Did you ever think you’d be so lucky?” To gain a companion? To hold fortune in the palm of her hand? To be radiant and successful? Her smile was bold and genuine, a tilt of her head as she surveyed the wondrous scene.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
