Lena
let me wander
with the ones
with the ones
Lena didn’t talk much of the war. Perhaps if the conversation didn’t reach her lips, her voice, her softness, she could pretend it wasn’t going to touch her proportions. Involvement would likely be a stretch, given her occupation – the Caretaker doubted anyone would wish for her particulars on communication with animals. And it felt too heavy a topic to ask how this woman, this luxere, was going to measure in the incoming haze. So we enjoy every moment of it she offered instead, lifting her head, searching and scanning the skies, watching the dotting of the belled minuets, listening to their poised existence.
And I bet you can again, the Celestine worker offered with sentimental ease, a charitable smile ringing through the bond, even if she couldn’t show it through fox endeavors and grins. You shouldn’t let anything stop you was a hum, an intake of breath, light and ambient, a blink against snow and wind.
And I bet you can again, the Celestine worker offered with sentimental ease, a charitable smile ringing through the bond, even if she couldn’t show it through fox endeavors and grins. You shouldn’t let anything stop you was a hum, an intake of breath, light and ambient, a blink against snow and wind.
who are tangled in stars
and tethered to promise
and tethered to promise