Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
“It is the god’s will,” by way of explanation at first, her smile dutifully sad, eyes flickering out over the horizon, where she could watch waves meet the sky. Better thoughts and better dreams, not coated in these undulations of future sorrow and anguish. “What would you do?” Defy them? And where would that lead? For Lena had always been taught not to do such a thing – the notions would never have crossed her mind.
Ah, Ascended. They would certainly have something to say about Stormbreak. “I haven’t spoken to many Ascended either.” Not when her whole life had been within walls and stones, amongst stories and legends, truths and pitfalls. “Then you will need to decide for yourself. Like you said, people are not black and white.” She inclined her head, amber gaze flicking back to Lilliane, shrugging her shoulders. Her opinions were foundational, rooted from the start, children told the twisted, knotted, gnarled proportions of the Voice. “But you probably should hear the other side as well. Then make a choice.”
Ah, Ascended. They would certainly have something to say about Stormbreak. “I haven’t spoken to many Ascended either.” Not when her whole life had been within walls and stones, amongst stories and legends, truths and pitfalls. “Then you will need to decide for yourself. Like you said, people are not black and white.” She inclined her head, amber gaze flicking back to Lilliane, shrugging her shoulders. Her opinions were foundational, rooted from the start, children told the twisted, knotted, gnarled proportions of the Voice. “But you probably should hear the other side as well. Then make a choice.”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
