Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena and Lilliane’s definitions of dangerous probably differed, considering how often the Caretaker spent her time with dragons, ursurs, and the like. So she gave an ample nod, giving more thought into the research aspects of the library at home.
The statement afterwards made her curious, insightful, with a gentle tilt of her head. “Oh? Are you interested in meeting the deities?” Or did it mean there were still more questions than answers, more daunting horizons than anything else? Lena wasn’t one to push or pry, but still held those semblances of intrigue and interest.
As for potential competition, she laughed. “Of course. Though probably only the public would benefit from rivalry sweets,” enough to satisfy their appetites anyway.
The statement afterwards made her curious, insightful, with a gentle tilt of her head. “Oh? Are you interested in meeting the deities?” Or did it mean there were still more questions than answers, more daunting horizons than anything else? Lena wasn’t one to push or pry, but still held those semblances of intrigue and interest.
As for potential competition, she laughed. “Of course. Though probably only the public would benefit from rivalry sweets,” enough to satisfy their appetites anyway.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
