Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Utterly delighted by the scraps of paper, a pair decide to taunt and flaunt their wares to the others, and most of them gathered together in a tight circle of amusement and mischief, the clouds building and brimming around in their devilry. “Yes, well on their way to recovery,” Lena offered over the fumes, shaking her head again as they immersed themselves into a gathering of billowing adornments. Finishing up with bandaging the one in her hands, tightening the knot on the end, she gave it a hearty pat, and snuck it a few treats from her pockets. Sent back on its way, she surveyed the mass of wyrms, arms crossing over her chest, the smile unburdened, just as effervescent as the creatures she glanced upon.
“All right, time to snag more of them.” She rolled up her sleeves, bandages brimming from her pockets once more, and she handed a roll to him as well. “You’re welcome to try.” Then the caretaker mused forward, a laugh brimming over her mouth, before presiding in the midst of their buoyant cloud cocoon, offering gentle scratches to any of them not occupied by the paper, utilizing the distraction to the greater good.
“All right, time to snag more of them.” She rolled up her sleeves, bandages brimming from her pockets once more, and she handed a roll to him as well. “You’re welcome to try.” Then the caretaker mused forward, a laugh brimming over her mouth, before presiding in the midst of their buoyant cloud cocoon, offering gentle scratches to any of them not occupied by the paper, utilizing the distraction to the greater good.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
