Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
“I’m sure some tried. I’m sure many gave it an effort.” Or found ways to survive – but she couldn’t imagine huddled up in a temple, muffling the noise, and boarding up windows to ensure survival for an entire week. And to fight, likely early on, probably meant imminent death.
As for the mentions of demigods, she quirked a brow. “You asked what she’d been making.” A shrug and roll of her shoulders, contemplations reaching further, but in the depths of silence – at least Lilliane could remark and reflect that the Voice had been overtly cruel in her machinations. Her eyes narrowed as she watched another movement along the crest of a wave, likely a whale or dolphin breaching the surface, before diving back under. “My guess would be to fight back against the Old Gods.” To give her own a chance, an opportunity, for vengeance. “But I cannot speak for them.”
As for the mentions of demigods, she quirked a brow. “You asked what she’d been making.” A shrug and roll of her shoulders, contemplations reaching further, but in the depths of silence – at least Lilliane could remark and reflect that the Voice had been overtly cruel in her machinations. Her eyes narrowed as she watched another movement along the crest of a wave, likely a whale or dolphin breaching the surface, before diving back under. “My guess would be to fight back against the Old Gods.” To give her own a chance, an opportunity, for vengeance. “But I cannot speak for them.”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
