Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Not offended by the question, she brushed over the edges of the dragon outline, ensuring it had dried. In a gentle tone, the explanation sang. “My sister was bonded to one. All Accepteds are capable of doing so.” A pause, considering, fingers hovering over the fringes of the tools she’d detailed too, though they’d yet to be seared into the sides. “And much like Sera, they are fierce, beautiful, and strong.”
Snagging at another bite of bread and partaking in the water, her eyes went back to his maps. “I’m afraid Stormbreak is an example of what could happen – and it may make many hesitant.” Another intake of breath, before a thought crossed over. “Or maybe it’ll have the opposite effect, and some will never want such a thing to happen again.” Humming softly, and dipping her paintbrush into some sky-blue hues, she pondered out loud, mostly for Darkeye’s benefit. “I wonder if there will be some clearings nearby the water.” And then he wouldn’t have to search out for precious resources in that regard.
Snagging at another bite of bread and partaking in the water, her eyes went back to his maps. “I’m afraid Stormbreak is an example of what could happen – and it may make many hesitant.” Another intake of breath, before a thought crossed over. “Or maybe it’ll have the opposite effect, and some will never want such a thing to happen again.” Humming softly, and dipping her paintbrush into some sky-blue hues, she pondered out loud, mostly for Darkeye’s benefit. “I wonder if there will be some clearings nearby the water.” And then he wouldn’t have to search out for precious resources in that regard.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
