Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena hadn’t been a part of Hollowed Grounds’ LongNights, merely the education portions of it. She shook her head, content and comfortable with at least imparting her wisdom. “Don’t fret,” and she smiled. “I haven’t experienced it, and I wouldn’t want to.”
Her eyes went ahead though, scanning the horizon once more, making out more flocks of Hels, and the occasional sweep and turn of a cloud wyrm’s tail. “In the past, before Ascended were created, the Voice had other experiments. When they didn’t work the way she wanted them to, she discarded them.” She shielded her eyes from the sun, then leaned farther along the planks of wood railing. “LongNight is the last week in Deepfrost – and it means just that. You can’t contact the gods. It is an endless evening. And those the Voice turned away would come out, as monsters, to attack, torment, and kill anyone outside.” She waited, of course, for these horrors to sink and settle in, turning to see if Lilliane had heard quite enough.
Her eyes went ahead though, scanning the horizon once more, making out more flocks of Hels, and the occasional sweep and turn of a cloud wyrm’s tail. “In the past, before Ascended were created, the Voice had other experiments. When they didn’t work the way she wanted them to, she discarded them.” She shielded her eyes from the sun, then leaned farther along the planks of wood railing. “LongNight is the last week in Deepfrost – and it means just that. You can’t contact the gods. It is an endless evening. And those the Voice turned away would come out, as monsters, to attack, torment, and kill anyone outside.” She waited, of course, for these horrors to sink and settle in, turning to see if Lilliane had heard quite enough.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
