Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena could only relent a sigh of relief when it was over. For the most part it’d been amusing, but the surprise and sudden shock of flight had worn away the elation and left her a bit shaken. No laughter reeled from her lips – only a stunned sort of silence, with widened eyes and a slackened jaw. She was content to breathe when her feet finally touched the ground, incapable of doing anything more than shudder and tremble like a leaf for a few seconds. So while the rest of the party reeled and carried on in their jubilation and victories, she curled her fingers together, weaving them amongst one another. “Sorry,” she muttered – uncertain why she was apologizing to Seren. “I haven’t done that before. It was all very new to me.” Her heart beat rapidly in her chest; not a sing-song, not a melody, not a rhapsody, but something built out of fear and apprehension.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
