Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena, already inclined to reveal her curious nature, still held back on the inquiry hovering along her teeth. What had happened? She knew so little of the realities of the outside world – save for stories, for discussions, for experiences from those permitted to wander amongst the others – that the ignorance bounded in waves over her. But she wouldn’t voice it. She wouldn’t ask it. It truly wasn’t any of her business. So she scratched the top of Ophelia’s head once more, listening, eyes rounding, cranium and crown tilting, absorbing the nuances. “The companion bond is an amazing thing. And the longer you’re together, the more connected you’ll be.” Her smile was warm and pleasant thereafter; as if he simply needed to accept it as truth.
His next insinuation did manage to make her sit up a little straighter, a little taller. “Oh?” She hadn’t heard – not content and wiling away in the Celestine. Quicker access, perhaps? She couldn’t fathom the reasons.
But she could ease into the thought of striving out on her own. “Maybe they will,” and she winked a little.
His next insinuation did manage to make her sit up a little straighter, a little taller. “Oh?” She hadn’t heard – not content and wiling away in the Celestine. Quicker access, perhaps? She couldn’t fathom the reasons.
But she could ease into the thought of striving out on her own. “Maybe they will,” and she winked a little.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
