Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Another grin unfurled, though her eyes went to the world around them – the widened expanse, the leaves, the grandeur of ferns, rocks, and canopies. “The very aspects of nature. How things are intertwined. How they live and depend on one another.” Ecosystems built to rise and fall. The whims of predator and prey. How life was rooted firmly into the land – and the measures it took to survive.
The brightened aspects of her gaze flickered back, and she seemed to be apprehensive all at once, the curiosity gnawing at her, when she knew she probably shouldn’t be asking. She could nearly hear Gideon’s lecture already. “What drew you to the Voice?” Why did others, like Amun, choose to be robbed of their senses? To alter their entire soul?
Weavers with Spark Bird images (that was enough for her to be intrigued all over again), and urns, were far more pleasant conversation pieces anyway. “Do these things take very long to create?” It sounded intricate and complicated, bearing the weight and mind of the artist.
A light laugh followed over the aspects of dragons. “Hatchlings, mostly. They’re quite unruly at any age.” Her head tilted vaguely though, at the mention of another - because it made sense to her, that even Ascended found those to love and cherish – pondering over why he was here and not there with this man. “And why do you say that?”
The brightened aspects of her gaze flickered back, and she seemed to be apprehensive all at once, the curiosity gnawing at her, when she knew she probably shouldn’t be asking. She could nearly hear Gideon’s lecture already. “What drew you to the Voice?” Why did others, like Amun, choose to be robbed of their senses? To alter their entire soul?
Weavers with Spark Bird images (that was enough for her to be intrigued all over again), and urns, were far more pleasant conversation pieces anyway. “Do these things take very long to create?” It sounded intricate and complicated, bearing the weight and mind of the artist.
A light laugh followed over the aspects of dragons. “Hatchlings, mostly. They’re quite unruly at any age.” Her head tilted vaguely though, at the mention of another - because it made sense to her, that even Ascended found those to love and cherish – pondering over why he was here and not there with this man. “And why do you say that?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
