Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
A light laugh followed his question, but she kept the notions aloft too, not running deeper into rivulets and chasms. “I suppose it depends on how you see yourself.” Predator. Prey. Necessary. Survivalist. They all intertwined and intersected somewhere; through actions, through rebellion, through twist and turns.
As far as the beauties of the world, her smile grew deeper, while she fished around in her basket for another treat to entice Zhanshi on his way back through earth. “Those sound lovely.” Allowing her imagination to run wild, instead of dreaming around those midnight curlicues in books and pictures – she could envision evening across seas, with rippling undulations and wild currents, with merpeople underneath, tending to their city. The Climb, hollowed and hallowed. “Not as much as I would like. I’m usually quite busy.”
As for the landshark’s fate, it seemed the companion had done quite well for himself. “Maybe he feels the same,” and she grinned again, not falling for the second attempt. “Hm. Perhaps. But I wouldn’t tell anyway.”
As far as the beauties of the world, her smile grew deeper, while she fished around in her basket for another treat to entice Zhanshi on his way back through earth. “Those sound lovely.” Allowing her imagination to run wild, instead of dreaming around those midnight curlicues in books and pictures – she could envision evening across seas, with rippling undulations and wild currents, with merpeople underneath, tending to their city. The Climb, hollowed and hallowed. “Not as much as I would like. I’m usually quite busy.”
As for the landshark’s fate, it seemed the companion had done quite well for himself. “Maybe he feels the same,” and she grinned again, not falling for the second attempt. “Hm. Perhaps. But I wouldn’t tell anyway.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
