Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
The words hit her in a way she didn’t expect, losing the smile, some portions of her dimming. “It is difficult to see past the war. Before the announcement last year, a majority of the world was just as you said – and could recognize the beauty in everything.” She took a breath, eyes following the flock of Hels overhead, intermingling along the entanglements of wind. “I suppose we should appreciate every moment then,” and here the grin reappeared, though it didn’t reach her eyes.
Her head tilted vaguely at some…other insinuations about the land she loved and cherished. A child of Stormbreak, aware of its faults and flaws, but also every wondrous addition, could only ponder the meaning without some manner of defense beginning to build and brim in her chest. “What do you mean?” Her gaze settled upon Lilliane now, a brow arching to follow the inquiry.
The sentiments calmed a little at the mention of the Celestine again, indulgent as ever when her favorite subject remained. “And there are quite a few of them. With new ones discovered often.”
Her head tilted vaguely at some…other insinuations about the land she loved and cherished. A child of Stormbreak, aware of its faults and flaws, but also every wondrous addition, could only ponder the meaning without some manner of defense beginning to build and brim in her chest. “What do you mean?” Her gaze settled upon Lilliane now, a brow arching to follow the inquiry.
The sentiments calmed a little at the mention of the Celestine again, indulgent as ever when her favorite subject remained. “And there are quite a few of them. With new ones discovered often.”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
