Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
She rolled her eyes, muffled a grin. “I’d presume you could do it in the evening.” Especially since they were hardwired to run at any time of day. That’d he purposefully be obtuse just seemed to be one of his many “charms”.
As for his endlessly fascinating self, the Caretaker snorted. “Well, as compelling as you are, I do have some work to get done.” And she rose, pausing, wondering if she should merely hasten off, or extend the regal, noble, politeness. In the end, her education in manners won out, and she offered him her hand to shake – fingers no longer shaking, at least. “It was nice meeting you, Amun,” came along the same smile – and then hastening some more treats out of her basket. “For Zhanshi, when he’s listened.”
As for his endlessly fascinating self, the Caretaker snorted. “Well, as compelling as you are, I do have some work to get done.” And she rose, pausing, wondering if she should merely hasten off, or extend the regal, noble, politeness. In the end, her education in manners won out, and she offered him her hand to shake – fingers no longer shaking, at least. “It was nice meeting you, Amun,” came along the same smile – and then hastening some more treats out of her basket. “For Zhanshi, when he’s listened.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
