Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena continued her munching, strolling, and casual acquiring of goods, basket along her arm eventually stuffed to the brim with a variety of wares. Retrieving a knife from her pocket, she began to slice up portions of the apple, offering them to Finn as she’d done with the other food before, humming under her breath again. Thoughts swarmed to the collection of creatures within the Celestine – how quickly they came in, and how swiftly they left – healed and mended. “A lovely little cloud wrym came in the other day. I suspect it will be going soon.” But a hint, if he was intrigued by the creatures, that there were more things to find – missing the way his stance conspired towards the Tower.
Recognition of Sera brought forth an illustrious, proud smile from Lena, who would eternally grant anyone in her family the most generous of benedictions. “Sera’s amazing. What did she work on?” Her imagination could run wild on the possibilities, but she’d rather hear it from another individual who’d seen her sibling’s abilities.
Discussion of companions gave her pause again, the merry little tune jumbled together in mellifluous tones, tilting her head this way and that in consideration. “I see so many, it would be difficult to choose. Though I do love the symbolism of the luxere.” Another grin warranted, softer and lighter this time. “You’d have quite a few choices, if you craved activity.” An indication, if he wanted her opinion on the matter – but in the end it would be up to creature and human, souls bound and connected.
The shrug, either of indifference or the unknown, dimmed the grin in vague degrees, more careful consideration honing in as she gathered up slices of cheese to go with the apple. “Do they know they’re being watched? Or studied?”
Recognition of Sera brought forth an illustrious, proud smile from Lena, who would eternally grant anyone in her family the most generous of benedictions. “Sera’s amazing. What did she work on?” Her imagination could run wild on the possibilities, but she’d rather hear it from another individual who’d seen her sibling’s abilities.
Discussion of companions gave her pause again, the merry little tune jumbled together in mellifluous tones, tilting her head this way and that in consideration. “I see so many, it would be difficult to choose. Though I do love the symbolism of the luxere.” Another grin warranted, softer and lighter this time. “You’d have quite a few choices, if you craved activity.” An indication, if he wanted her opinion on the matter – but in the end it would be up to creature and human, souls bound and connected.
The shrug, either of indifference or the unknown, dimmed the grin in vague degrees, more careful consideration honing in as she gathered up slices of cheese to go with the apple. “Do they know they’re being watched? Or studied?”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
