Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
“I’m okay. Just need a moment.” In between the latest plunge of nefariousness within the Temple, and now ascending into heights she’d never imagined, conjured, or dreamed, the youth had a rough couple of weeks. She did take her much required instant, breathing long and low, placing her sights on the sky, and then on the ground. “Asking next time might be the safest option,” and here she managed a small smile, along the quiet folds of her voice.
As far as flying? It might’ve been exhilarating or elating, but any thrill had been lost in the state of panic, confusion, and the unknown. “I can’t say for certain,” and there was the smile once more, trying to alleviate any wrongdoing or discomfort. “I’m Attuned, so, if I ever acquired a flying shift, perhaps I could practice then.” On her own terms and time, rather than being flung into something. “Do you do that very often?” Scale up into the air, as if it were nothing?
As far as flying? It might’ve been exhilarating or elating, but any thrill had been lost in the state of panic, confusion, and the unknown. “I can’t say for certain,” and there was the smile once more, trying to alleviate any wrongdoing or discomfort. “I’m Attuned, so, if I ever acquired a flying shift, perhaps I could practice then.” On her own terms and time, rather than being flung into something. “Do you do that very often?” Scale up into the air, as if it were nothing?
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
