Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
“I haven’t heard of any doing so,” she uttered, contemplating, tapping on her chin at the notions. “They tend to stick to their prey. Smaller animals.” She’d known some to be equal opportunists, but never the size of a human; she couldn’t quite fathom how much effort it would take, especially after they lost their valuable moments of surprise. She jotted down the question, just in case, intending to add it or search for any details when she returned home.
Discussions of Stormbreak at large were enough to set the grin back on her features anyway, easygoing, hands animated as she described the features – though she’d never be able to do them justice. “If you’re the religious sort, the Trinity Temple is a sight to see.” Imposing and gothic, dedicated to devotion of the deities. “And the Plaza, for all its inns, markets, and smaller temples. My favorite is the sweets shop!”
Discussions of Stormbreak at large were enough to set the grin back on her features anyway, easygoing, hands animated as she described the features – though she’d never be able to do them justice. “If you’re the religious sort, the Trinity Temple is a sight to see.” Imposing and gothic, dedicated to devotion of the deities. “And the Plaza, for all its inns, markets, and smaller temples. My favorite is the sweets shop!”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
