Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
“Ah, now that does sound lovely.” Her smile grew, resplendent and gleaming, at the prospects of such a place. Home, serenity, tranquility, in one place with pastries looming and people milling about – content and dignified, without fear, remorse, or heartache. “Perhaps with its own garden?” An addition to a fantasy, maybe, but indulgent nonetheless – eyes flickering upward, following after trails of birds again.
The thoughts murmured were met with her own clarity though. “Maybe travel for now, find what you like, and then go forward.” There was still time before the pressing of war, and maybe they’d all need a little solace and respite before then.
As for her own travels, she shook her head. “Not much. Stormbreak often had all we needed.” But she was curious and nosey and bright – yearning to trace over the boundaries of the world. Gaze growing a little mischievous, she turned back towards Lilliane. “The Celestine is my heart and soul, but I do manage to indulge myself every once in a while. I think I’d like to see more of King’s End and the Oerwoud.”
The thoughts murmured were met with her own clarity though. “Maybe travel for now, find what you like, and then go forward.” There was still time before the pressing of war, and maybe they’d all need a little solace and respite before then.
As for her own travels, she shook her head. “Not much. Stormbreak often had all we needed.” But she was curious and nosey and bright – yearning to trace over the boundaries of the world. Gaze growing a little mischievous, she turned back towards Lilliane. “The Celestine is my heart and soul, but I do manage to indulge myself every once in a while. I think I’d like to see more of King’s End and the Oerwoud.”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
