[SE] over the edge

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

With the final swoop, fast and swift, Lena brushed the crumbs and remnants from her palms, holding them in front of her in a silent gesture of no more, before inclining her attention fully to the girl. Only a singular arch of her brow marred any of the previous radiance and serenity alight on her features – Lena rarely had time for games. Outings with her sister were one thing, but the token moments of amusements, unless she was with her wards, were usually put on the backburner. Or simply didn’t happen. “For a little while, perhaps.” Though her eyes still went down to the rickety bridge, wondering when they could put something adequate in that didn’t twist with the slightest touch of the wind.

She meandered forward, back along ground, before Seren prospered the potential for the wryms. Her eyes went to her former charges, pondering, one finger lifting to tap on her chin. “I’m sure they could be enticed.” Mischievous  and foolish to a fault, they could probably be compelled without much prompting – especially for something as simple as tag. “Give me a moment.” Conversations and bonds applied, circumvented and circulated towards the awaiting creatures, and with an obvious whirlwind of delight, they glided, slithered, and puffed their way over, hovering just above.

Then Lena turned back to the demigod. “Now, what are the rules?”

and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all