Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
“Wouldn’t that be sublime?” She answered at the notions of some outdoor café area, immediately turning her face towards the sun – imagining the notions of serenity, of tranquility, with just the little pockets of light beaming in.
As for travels, the Caretaker opened her eyes, tilting her head somewhat, content with all the thoughts brewing in her head. “You could always take someone you trust with you. There’ve been quite a few others who’ve traveled far and wide, I’m sure.” Especially given the nature of Outlanders and their curiosity, Lena couldn’t fathom many who stuck straight into their roots. Inquiry burned brightly in the multitudes; the youth included.
And she hadn’t expected a story about the Oerwoud, though her delight was plain on her features as she shifted and turned to regard Lilliane fully. Recognition of the name gave her complexion another bright smile, hands itching to clamber over her notebook. “Oh! A Ceffyl Dŵr? What did you think of it?”
As for travels, the Caretaker opened her eyes, tilting her head somewhat, content with all the thoughts brewing in her head. “You could always take someone you trust with you. There’ve been quite a few others who’ve traveled far and wide, I’m sure.” Especially given the nature of Outlanders and their curiosity, Lena couldn’t fathom many who stuck straight into their roots. Inquiry burned brightly in the multitudes; the youth included.
And she hadn’t expected a story about the Oerwoud, though her delight was plain on her features as she shifted and turned to regard Lilliane fully. Recognition of the name gave her complexion another bright smile, hands itching to clamber over her notebook. “Oh! A Ceffyl Dŵr? What did you think of it?”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
