Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
She smiled again at the insinuation, taking it as a starting point in gaining and accessing more knowledge about the animals surrounding the world. But, at least, she could delve into answers about perytons, shifting to another page and showcasing several sketches from different days. “They have wings! Gives them away fairly quickly.” Her finger went over a couple other points, laughing lightly. “And the fangs, of course.” She hummed lightly again, considering implications amidst. "Along with the ability to blend in with their surroundings if they're completely still." Adept hunters, really.
But no – she hadn’t considered the notions, eyes widening for a moment. “I’m likely too busy,” if she were to tell the truth, completely unaware of what would be heading their way in the near future. “Most of these are for my own studies and notations while I care for them. But, we have many texts in Stormbreak’s archives and libraries.” Her nose wrinkled, considering other possibilities. “The Monster Hunter’s Guild would have journals as well, though probably more on the predators than anything else,” given the name and title of the guild itself.
But no – she hadn’t considered the notions, eyes widening for a moment. “I’m likely too busy,” if she were to tell the truth, completely unaware of what would be heading their way in the near future. “Most of these are for my own studies and notations while I care for them. But, we have many texts in Stormbreak’s archives and libraries.” Her nose wrinkled, considering other possibilities. “The Monster Hunter’s Guild would have journals as well, though probably more on the predators than anything else,” given the name and title of the guild itself.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
