and it sounds just like a song

Lena

and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm

Content and amused by the landshark’s antics, and he being far more civilized than some of his wilder, untamed friends that had embedded themselves into many an enclosure, she grinned and patted, aiming to scratch the top of his head before he meandered away again. “Yes, but he likely deserves it.” She spoiled her sister’s dragon too, affectionate, tender, and caring, as she was with every other animal that came into her vicinity.

While the offer was kind, and he seemed to understand the multitudes behind it probably weren’t possible, especially given the not-so-distant future, Lena still permitted another brief grin. “I will consider it,” which wasn’t a yes or no, but vague and light.

She arched a brow back in return, another laugh conjured by something much less apprehensive. “Maybe keep your persistence for your beau.”

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm