Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The question was a loaded one – simply because Lena wasn’t certain she’d be able to pick. With the amount of animals that came through her quarters, with arrays of beauty, intelligence, wit, and everything else coiled amongst them, the decision would be far too difficult. “I have no idea,” she laughed. It was a whimsical chime, made on good humor despite the doubts, the unknowns, the uncertainty. “Maybe I’ll let one pick me instead.” A companion who thought her worthy, nurturing, caring enough to want to share a bond, chosen, much like the egg, and then Levi within, had managed to segment and tie his soul to Sera. A wistful sigh followed suit, the smile remaining. “Though a dragon would be lovely, I’m not suited for them.” Not with Attuned blood – only catering to the Accepted. She could watch and cater to them from the Celestine, or afar; admiration due to their livelihoods.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
