{open} Homesick

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

Based on the reactions and inquiries made, Lena could guess the woman before her was an Outlander. Or at best, someone who didn’t hail from Torchline either. Polite and kind, the woman hummed under her breath, casually curious. “What does such a job entail?” Perhaps it was something they were missing from the world.

Her observations were noted anyway in the correct presumptions a moment later; her smile generous and affable. “An Outlander then? Quite a few of you have been dropped here recently. What was your land like?” She curbed her notions about the Voice for another time, not wrinkling her nose, but keeping her features bright, merry, content. Her eyes went back to the Hels, the one ringleader obnoxiously cawing at the rest of its flock as they descended down to the sand, eating the pastry bits. “I’m the Caretaker of the Celestine – which means I look after wounded and sick animals Frey leaves there. I like to make observations of them in their natural state though.” All creatures could be considered special – given their habits, makeup, and part in the realm around them. “They have their purpose, like many other flora and fauna.”

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