Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
The Caretaker was not bothered by the quiet, by the stoicism; if anything, it meant she applied more into her work. No longer crouching or kneeling, the youth slid to a seated position along the ground, beginning to compile her remedies, slipping and sliding them into treats as the blink hares volleyed for position along her knees.
The words echoing haunt her in a way she couldn’t fathom – mostly because for all the certainty she held in her chest (they’d win, they had to, there were no other options), the confidence nestled in her bones, the stalwart, credence and justified beliefs, there was a portion of her devastatingly afraid. That things would happen and fall apart again. That there was some thread that meant Sera might not come home. That everything would be upended.
But the youth said nothing about it, trying not to let her fingers twitch from the hankering of treats from one creature to the next. Instead, her head tilted a fraction, allowing the distraction and deflection of the dragon to give her more, and the notions of the Wilds too, when she’d only recently been permitted beyond Stormbreak’s haven (and only just – grabbing hold of Falke and his companion, and hastening straight home). “And where did you go?” Her smile ensued and gathered she’d like a story, some sentiment of the world beyond.
Her gaze pinpointed downwards as the animals finished their hidden herbs and medicine, petting a few who dared to ask for more. “Quite. It’s been nice to have more visitors.” New demigods, new fauna, new everything - overwhelming but bright. “Nothing more than the ordinary,” she hastened with a laugh.
The words echoing haunt her in a way she couldn’t fathom – mostly because for all the certainty she held in her chest (they’d win, they had to, there were no other options), the confidence nestled in her bones, the stalwart, credence and justified beliefs, there was a portion of her devastatingly afraid. That things would happen and fall apart again. That there was some thread that meant Sera might not come home. That everything would be upended.
But the youth said nothing about it, trying not to let her fingers twitch from the hankering of treats from one creature to the next. Instead, her head tilted a fraction, allowing the distraction and deflection of the dragon to give her more, and the notions of the Wilds too, when she’d only recently been permitted beyond Stormbreak’s haven (and only just – grabbing hold of Falke and his companion, and hastening straight home). “And where did you go?” Her smile ensued and gathered she’d like a story, some sentiment of the world beyond.
Her gaze pinpointed downwards as the animals finished their hidden herbs and medicine, petting a few who dared to ask for more. “Quite. It’s been nice to have more visitors.” New demigods, new fauna, new everything - overwhelming but bright. “Nothing more than the ordinary,” she hastened with a laugh.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
