Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
“A fox with a fox?” She bore a toothy grin at the statement, tiny fangs protruding from where she could partially shift, before they receded, disappeared – normal again. Eyes went to the dozing Levi, and nothing seemed to exude from his dreams, a fitful world of exhaustion and newness. She leaned back thereafter, up against one of the soft chairs, no longer so draped across her knees, attention diverted, granted to sweeping thoughts through her skull – images of the animals she’d tended before. “They would both be lovely.” Starwhales, with their cosmic essences pinpointed towards the clouds and horizons, drifting in mellifluous song. Luxere, with their glowing, eerie, enigmatic antlers, lighting the way for weary travelers, or fending off the darkness. “I’ve had a few in the Celestine, but both were only sick.” Otherwise they seemed robust, fit creatures, capable of handling themselves with their pods or herds.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
