Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena could only agree with the sentiments Lilliane expressed. The vitriol, the vehemence, the vengeance, the back and forth between two sides pitted against one another – all for the sake of survival, in a way. Perhaps most of it was borne from desperation, but there were other parts, other portions, that still didn’t make sense to her – or maybe because she’d been defined by the Old God legions for so long, that the Caretaker couldn’t fathom why anyone would want to wander into the Voice’s reach.
Saying none of this, her eyes still on the horizon, she offered a nod at the Outlander’s musings. About the Old Gods, though, she could easily relay. “Vi is the God of life – righteous, just, and gracious. Mort is the God of Death, but gentle, caring, sweet, and loving. Rae is the God of Nature, though they are twins, and are more focused on the scientific end of change and evolution. Caido is the God of all, but I don’t know much more than that.” Not many of them did at all. She paused, considering. “Have you heard much of their heralds?”
Saying none of this, her eyes still on the horizon, she offered a nod at the Outlander’s musings. About the Old Gods, though, she could easily relay. “Vi is the God of life – righteous, just, and gracious. Mort is the God of Death, but gentle, caring, sweet, and loving. Rae is the God of Nature, though they are twins, and are more focused on the scientific end of change and evolution. Caido is the God of all, but I don’t know much more than that.” Not many of them did at all. She paused, considering. “Have you heard much of their heralds?”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
