Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
From her vantage point, and the measures of Attuned connections, Lena could feel the monkey’s determination, and then jubilation, at finally finding her pinpointed bounty. She laughed lightly at the triumph, at the steadfast tenacity, only shaking her head once the primate had retreated to Falke, the greenery encased in her fingers. “Well done!” And she bowed her head, saluting the companion with a bright grin.
And the story itself was intriguing, warmed the rest of her heart. Lost souls finding one another was an apt story, intermingled, entangled, intertwined with the bounty of Frey’s creatures, with the illustrious wake of something else entirely. “I’m sure she’s very grateful to have you with her.” Godsent was an intriguing proposition – given how others had asked for bonded members, eggs, surprise adornments, ways in which they were no longer alone. Whether or not it was divine intervention, mere luck and happenstance, kismet and serendipity, likely scarcely mattered now.
She brushed her hands together, ensuring remnants of the treats and medicine were off, puttering back into her basket, rummaging through a couple other necessities and supplies while Falke took the opportunity to wander. But from her area, she could still hear him, and she hummed thoughtfully. “Dragons, on occasion.” An off-handed comment, as if this was nothing too bad or terrible. “Some could teleport. Others had fire. The hatchlings were a bit more dangerous, simply because they lacked control.” And had gone through a fair amount of her feed tubs in the process.
And the story itself was intriguing, warmed the rest of her heart. Lost souls finding one another was an apt story, intermingled, entangled, intertwined with the bounty of Frey’s creatures, with the illustrious wake of something else entirely. “I’m sure she’s very grateful to have you with her.” Godsent was an intriguing proposition – given how others had asked for bonded members, eggs, surprise adornments, ways in which they were no longer alone. Whether or not it was divine intervention, mere luck and happenstance, kismet and serendipity, likely scarcely mattered now.
She brushed her hands together, ensuring remnants of the treats and medicine were off, puttering back into her basket, rummaging through a couple other necessities and supplies while Falke took the opportunity to wander. But from her area, she could still hear him, and she hummed thoughtfully. “Dragons, on occasion.” An off-handed comment, as if this was nothing too bad or terrible. “Some could teleport. Others had fire. The hatchlings were a bit more dangerous, simply because they lacked control.” And had gone through a fair amount of her feed tubs in the process.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
