Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
The fact that the blue object was a dragon completely interrupted anything Lena had set out to do – eyes opening wide, and then her smile curling wide and broad, genuine and true, towards the being with leathery wings and dominion of the skies. “Hello there! Aren’t you wonderful?” Meaning it; presuming all manner of animals were along these lines, no matter how raptorial, dangerous, or intrepid. On impulse, one hand went towards the treats eternally resting in her pockets, and reached out with a flat palm, attempting to entice the little beast.
As for the girl, she turned her head slightly, encompassing her in her sight. The Dragoon uniform was easy to discern, but the stranger herself not so much. “Not startled. Merely worried. It’s easy to fall out here.” At her notion, the wind whipped along, ruffling at her long skirts, and she placed her notebook and pencil back into her basket. “I was watching for the cloud wyrms.” Thereafter, she pointed to the puffs slightly in the distance, reigning along the splashes of blue and white. “They were released from the Celestine recently, and I wanted to see how they were getting on…” Realizing she was rambling, and without any manner of introduction, the woman stuck out her unoccupied hand. “I’m Lena. Who are you?”
As for the girl, she turned her head slightly, encompassing her in her sight. The Dragoon uniform was easy to discern, but the stranger herself not so much. “Not startled. Merely worried. It’s easy to fall out here.” At her notion, the wind whipped along, ruffling at her long skirts, and she placed her notebook and pencil back into her basket. “I was watching for the cloud wyrms.” Thereafter, she pointed to the puffs slightly in the distance, reigning along the splashes of blue and white. “They were released from the Celestine recently, and I wanted to see how they were getting on…” Realizing she was rambling, and without any manner of introduction, the woman stuck out her unoccupied hand. “I’m Lena. Who are you?”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
