Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Hearsay could only encompass so much, and Lena fully understood the means and measures people were going through. Some wouldn’t want to discuss heralds and gods, when they were busy striving to support themselves or their families. Some didn’t have time to occupy those thoughts save for the next meal on the table. So she obliged once more, nodding in comprehension, before continuing on. “Safrin is the herald of Vi, and while she’s known for being vain, and fickle, she can also be compassionate and devoted. I believe it all depends on how you interact with her – above all, she wants to be loved.” Eyes sweeping along the horizon, then watching the shoreline, Lena persisted. “Ludo is the herald to Mort, and it is quite a trickster. It collects the souls of the deceased, and shepherds them to Mort, so that they may have peace. It loves toys and games, should you ever want to discuss matters with it at a shrine.”
Humming under her breath, calm and composed in the notions and tales of those she cherished, the mellifluous vocals continued as they bound over her favored. “Then there is Frey, the herald of Rae, who has two aspects. One is sexuality, and will appear as whatever the viewer finds attractive. The other is nature, and they’ll thrive surrounded by the bounty of the earth.” Her smile deepened, content. “The nature portion of Frey gave me my position as Caretaker.”
Humming under her breath, calm and composed in the notions and tales of those she cherished, the mellifluous vocals continued as they bound over her favored. “Then there is Frey, the herald of Rae, who has two aspects. One is sexuality, and will appear as whatever the viewer finds attractive. The other is nature, and they’ll thrive surrounded by the bounty of the earth.” Her smile deepened, content. “The nature portion of Frey gave me my position as Caretaker.”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
