[se] linked to memory

Lena

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

“Thank you,” she smiled, before applying more details to the tools – engineer and artificer lines, things that had been and couldn’t be again. “Levi has been staying here, in the gardens. I think he likes to be amongst the other dragons that come in.” The companion was another piece, another fragment, of her sibling – and she’d never say no to his presence flickering and floating about. She wondered, vaguely, if time would give way and the memories would fade, and he’d wander off, back into the midst.

“Perhaps you can use some of the natural resources sparingly. I would hate to see such a wondrous world be rendered gone,” by way of opening it up to fields, clearing and cutting down trees. Frey likely wouldn’t be too content with the notions either. “What ever became of the fields in the Hollowed Grounds?” Or had those projects been abandoned? It was too bad he couldn’t take root in a world already sanctioned for such a place – but clearly needing something more than the touches of the Voice. “Your best bet would probably be exploring all of these places yourself, first, and see what is really out there.” And preside from those inches and dominions.

Her interest, and curiosity, would unfortunately have to subside due to the latest events. “I’ll have to decline, unfortunately. My place is here.” In the Celestine, in Stormbreak, striving amongst her people to rebuild and prosper. “But I appreciate the offer.”

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm