Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Forever intertwined and entertained by the notions of the creatures upon these earths, Lena remained still so that Ophelia might continue her ministrations, struggling not to laugh or shudder when she grew ticklish. “It’s fine,” lending her reassurance with another ample smile. Gods only knew what the monkey would discover – the Caretaker kept herself well-groomed and polished, but throughout the day, and after tending to many animals, there was no telling what might be stuck upon her now. Pondering over the conclusions of the companion bond, eyes trailing back to the Celestine’s sky patterns, over particulars she knew of Levi and Sera, Ronin and Sugar, the air of curiosity never truly left. “Where did you find her?”
As far as the those contained within the enclosures, the answer was simple enough. “Frey sends them.” The broad grin thereafter assured her feelings and sentiments towards the god. “Then the enclosures alter to suit their needs. And I tend to them until they can be returned to the wild.” Uncomplicated in terms, perhaps, but every day was something new and wonderful, intriguing and eye-opening.
Which was why she’d yearn to see them in their natural habitats – to know and understand even more.
As far as the those contained within the enclosures, the answer was simple enough. “Frey sends them.” The broad grin thereafter assured her feelings and sentiments towards the god. “Then the enclosures alter to suit their needs. And I tend to them until they can be returned to the wild.” Uncomplicated in terms, perhaps, but every day was something new and wonderful, intriguing and eye-opening.
Which was why she’d yearn to see them in their natural habitats – to know and understand even more.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
