Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
At the inquiry, Lena turned slightly, watching Frey from the corner of her eye. “Not as much, no,” she answered honestly. But her faith had always lent towards the nature side of things, and that was enough. She didn’t ask any inquiries about his own deity, letting those notions fade in the impulsive wave of curiosity. History lessons and education in Stormbreak had bent their insinuations there.
Found family and practical items were far more interesting anyway. “What is some of the best work?” Genuinely curious – because the Hollowed Grounds had never seemed to be a showcase of beauty and magnificence. From all the things she’d ever heard, from all the materials ever passed around, it had been in some sort of decay. And how wonderful if it had found some way to bloom.
The questions came flurrying back to her, and she sat a little more upright. “Many. Any that Frey encounters that require it.” She couldn’t possibly name them all – not unless she had her notebook with her, and she took to glancing around for her basket. “The most difficult are usually the dragons,” and here she smiled, allowing him to imagine why that would be. “The cloud wryms have been my favorite, but the unicorns as well. And the blink hares.” And if he sat there long enough, she’d probably end up rattling off about two dozen more.
While she rummaged around for her notebook, she snorted at the last question, shaking her head. “No.” Then, to round it back towards him, she insinuated her own. “Do you?”
Found family and practical items were far more interesting anyway. “What is some of the best work?” Genuinely curious – because the Hollowed Grounds had never seemed to be a showcase of beauty and magnificence. From all the things she’d ever heard, from all the materials ever passed around, it had been in some sort of decay. And how wonderful if it had found some way to bloom.
The questions came flurrying back to her, and she sat a little more upright. “Many. Any that Frey encounters that require it.” She couldn’t possibly name them all – not unless she had her notebook with her, and she took to glancing around for her basket. “The most difficult are usually the dragons,” and here she smiled, allowing him to imagine why that would be. “The cloud wryms have been my favorite, but the unicorns as well. And the blink hares.” And if he sat there long enough, she’d probably end up rattling off about two dozen more.
While she rummaged around for her notebook, she snorted at the last question, shaking her head. “No.” Then, to round it back towards him, she insinuated her own. “Do you?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
