Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
At least Darkeye, despite these trying times, had a willing and seemingly positive platitude towards what could be pending and looming. She sighed, but smiled just the same. “I suppose you’re right,” dabbing another fresh coat of paint along the outer rim, marking and lining it with dragon wings. The frames, where the light would filter and flicker in, would highlight the leathery-looking proportions, or that was the goal – hoping the finished project would do her sister some justice.
A stonemason and blacksmith were reputable occupations, especially after the latest collapse of their Tower. “That would be wonderful and very kind of you,” and she nodded her head, considering the possibilities. “Best speak to Ronin first, and he can direct you where we could utilize your strengths the most.”
A stonemason and blacksmith were reputable occupations, especially after the latest collapse of their Tower. “That would be wonderful and very kind of you,” and she nodded her head, considering the possibilities. “Best speak to Ronin first, and he can direct you where we could utilize your strengths the most.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
