Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
The question gave her over to pondering, speculating through her experience with the beasts. Truth be told, there hadn’t been much. “They don’t frequent the Celestine often,” which meant they likely took fairly good care of themselves – keeping away from opposition, or understanding how to reflect back on predators alike. “So I’m not entirely certain. If we went by horse structures, I would have to say they’d be an herbivore.” Which might’ve explained why they didn’t go after the fish – Lena suspected the marshy grass and other vegetation throughout the Oerwoud benefitted them greatly.
An instant later though, her brows furrowed, and she began glancing back through her notebook, thumbing through pages, uttering other information along the way. “But then again, we have perytons, who are carnivorous deer.”
When she couldn’t find what she wanted though, the Caretaker shook her head. All in all, she had to laugh a little. “I apologize, that probably wasn’t very helpful. Sounds like more research needs to be done.” And she grinned, sheepish and dismayed she didn’t have the answer the baker was looking for.
An instant later though, her brows furrowed, and she began glancing back through her notebook, thumbing through pages, uttering other information along the way. “But then again, we have perytons, who are carnivorous deer.”
When she couldn’t find what she wanted though, the Caretaker shook her head. All in all, she had to laugh a little. “I apologize, that probably wasn’t very helpful. Sounds like more research needs to be done.” And she grinned, sheepish and dismayed she didn’t have the answer the baker was looking for.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
