[open] stare down at the wonder of it all

Lena

and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm

With the blink hare in her gentle, kind hold, Lena began to slowly unroll some bandages and a splint. Her intentions were to makeshift something so the small animal would be able to recover from its modest injury, while still being permitted to wander in its enclosure for recovery. A modest hum began once more, compassionate and tender while she worked, and the rabbit ceased its imminent struggle, allowing her to tend to its wounds.

But then she heard something else grate along her senses – familiar – on the edges of wandering decibels, strange, wondrous new places (and she’d remember, for it’d been the first time she’d ever see a world beyond Stormbreak), and a fast-paced tour by Cian, despite raging fires. Her head rose to the tree nearest the gate, and bestowed a divine, heavenly smile, upon spotting the creature in the midst. “Hello again,” her attention gained and bestowed in grand view of the monkey. “Have you wandered off from Falke?” A cheeky, teasing, modest tone, with the hare still in her arms – but she glanced around, pondering if her bonded was nearby, or if Ophelia had managed to make some sort of escape.

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm