Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Revolutions and rotations, war songs and dragons, dragoons and tempests, and Lena continued to serve beneath the arch of stars and galaxies, in the arts of mending, soothing, the most wondrous of creations.
After tending to several more injured animals, including an infected hive of chorus bees from the Grounds, the youth struck up her gentle hum, her basket and her frame making their way towards the next enclosure. She thought she’d heard several others roaming within, but thought nothing of it, considering the peace, the solitude, the serenity the entire world brought. Many ventured, to gaze upon those being healed, or to impart a little soothing on themselves – the shrine beholden to all facets and glories.
But rounding upon the blink hares, a quick glance ensured someone had ventured within. – and she wondered about a quick scolding, about tending to her flock, and then quickly dismissed it once she realized who the individual was. “Anju!” She waved once, intending to seek out the older woman’s attention, before opening the gate herself, and closing it safely behind.
She should’ve known, or noticed earlier, by the ivory dragon overhead.
But no matter, a shrug to her shoulders as she advanced, as her steady gaze went towards the hares, blinking and teleporting closer to her (a promise of treats after medicine and bandages, perhaps). “How are you?” An inquiry extended to any of the mortals contained within – creatures and human alike.
After tending to several more injured animals, including an infected hive of chorus bees from the Grounds, the youth struck up her gentle hum, her basket and her frame making their way towards the next enclosure. She thought she’d heard several others roaming within, but thought nothing of it, considering the peace, the solitude, the serenity the entire world brought. Many ventured, to gaze upon those being healed, or to impart a little soothing on themselves – the shrine beholden to all facets and glories.
But rounding upon the blink hares, a quick glance ensured someone had ventured within. – and she wondered about a quick scolding, about tending to her flock, and then quickly dismissed it once she realized who the individual was. “Anju!” She waved once, intending to seek out the older woman’s attention, before opening the gate herself, and closing it safely behind.
She should’ve known, or noticed earlier, by the ivory dragon overhead.
But no matter, a shrug to her shoulders as she advanced, as her steady gaze went towards the hares, blinking and teleporting closer to her (a promise of treats after medicine and bandages, perhaps). “How are you?” An inquiry extended to any of the mortals contained within – creatures and human alike.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
