Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Bringing her broom close to the bench, she ensured underneath and around nestled corners weren’t forgotten, sweeping the dust, soot, debris, and dirt left behind by hordes of visitors was brought to the surface. Thereafter, she motioned the remnants into a pan, content and distracted while Darkeye did the same. “Thank you,” she mentioned with a light smile.
The question gave her pause though, and she shook her head with refined laughter to follow. “Oh no, I’m not a demigod.” That was reserved for the likes of Ronin, Remi, Noah, and a handful of others she’d yet to meet. Though she could understand the confusion, given how they seemed to flicker in and about Stormbreak. “Just a loyal follower,” with her own sense of stalwart pride mixed in.
The question gave her pause though, and she shook her head with refined laughter to follow. “Oh no, I’m not a demigod.” That was reserved for the likes of Ronin, Remi, Noah, and a handful of others she’d yet to meet. Though she could understand the confusion, given how they seemed to flicker in and about Stormbreak. “Just a loyal follower,” with her own sense of stalwart pride mixed in.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
