Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The world around them rasped, opening up into darkness. Anju’s arm sprawled in front of her, blocking her entry, wasn’t disregarded or ignored; she had another voice echoing back in refrain. Longing to be with her sister, as opposed to wandering in alternate directions, the young Caretaker responded in turn. Okay. We’ll come to you! She twisted back towards the Dragoon, trying to ignore the inquiry beating against her for now. “Let’s go meet up with the others,” and her hands were striving, trying, to drag Anju out of the darker folds, just for a moment more.
And then back towards the main door, giving her more time to think, to puzzle over the inquiry, before she coined anything else into the folds of the abyss.
What would the kind, beneficent, gentle Lena say? “Save him,” she unfurled.
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Lena implores Anju to come with her to the main door to reunite the party. She then answers the question with ‘save him’.
And then back towards the main door, giving her more time to think, to puzzle over the inquiry, before she coined anything else into the folds of the abyss.
What would the kind, beneficent, gentle Lena say? “Save him,” she unfurled.
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Lena implores Anju to come with her to the main door to reunite the party. She then answers the question with ‘save him’.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
