and it sounds just like a song

Lena

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

Lena arched her brow at the incoming assault on her bag, but given how many necessities, mending tools, and bandages she had contained in there, she snagged it back readily, pointer finger raised in warning towards the companion. “Perhaps some boundaries,” and she laughed, but readily meant it. “Especially when bonded with a predator.” Otherwise, Zhanshi was likely to take Amun over the high hurdles with every measure. “Is he getting a lot of exercise?” Landsharks were natural wanderers along their territories, spiraling through the sand, dust, gravel, and earth as their sea counterparts did the same – but she wasn’t certain how active one would be when food was a ready service.

She nodded at his directions, uncertain if she’d be paying them heed anytime in the near future – completely unaware that it likely wouldn’t matter in the coming season. Her head tilted at the notions of his beau anyway; permitting a smile. “Maybe he’s had some unfortunate experiences in the past.” But not wanting to speculate on a stranger, her grin suitably remained. “I hope things work out for you two.”

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm