Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
“Maybe,” and she laughed. “But I won’t harm any creatures if I can help it.” Even if they were little terrors; but these cretins could’ve been far worse, and she’d dealt with far more dangerous. While hands shook, she tilted her head, genuine and curious, insightful and generous. Ellyra Fox of the Grounds.
Once their hands broke apart, the Caretaker launched into the venues of curiosity, her grin all the more effervescent. “Oh! The Grounds! Do you know where they come from then?” And if she’d been living amongst and amidst the library, perhaps the next series of undertakings wouldn’t be so bad. “I was hoping to gain some insight into why they’d ventured here – or how. If not, perhaps I can ask Frey the next time I get an opportunity.” Talking animatedly, gesturing wildly, she began to walk along the spines again, studying the titles, and wandering amongst stacks.
Only to see the next interim of gourds, with a sigh following through. “Best be off then,” and she shooed it away. Likely due to her Attuned roots and capability of extending her wherewithal to such animals, the thing mulishly cowered, leaving its book behind as it bumbled further out of range.
Once their hands broke apart, the Caretaker launched into the venues of curiosity, her grin all the more effervescent. “Oh! The Grounds! Do you know where they come from then?” And if she’d been living amongst and amidst the library, perhaps the next series of undertakings wouldn’t be so bad. “I was hoping to gain some insight into why they’d ventured here – or how. If not, perhaps I can ask Frey the next time I get an opportunity.” Talking animatedly, gesturing wildly, she began to walk along the spines again, studying the titles, and wandering amongst stacks.
Only to see the next interim of gourds, with a sigh following through. “Best be off then,” and she shooed it away. Likely due to her Attuned roots and capability of extending her wherewithal to such animals, the thing mulishly cowered, leaving its book behind as it bumbled further out of range.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
