Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
“You stay right there and remain calm,” and she smiled, handing him the food tin to leave on the ground. “I’ll take care of the harder part.” With soothing tones, with obliging notes in her Attuned measures and bonds, and perhaps the pellets as a distraction, she’d be able to take care of everything.
The unicorn shifted ever so slightly, not bolting, but very heedful, careful, ears flicking back and forth as it watched both of them. Familiar with Lena, but not with Darkeye, there was a narrowing of its gaze, suspicious, perhaps, while the caretaker crouched, intending to remove the old bandage from the stifle. “Ah, this looks much better,” she crooned, revealing marks of healing, and beginning to place more of her herbal medication on the new gauze.
The unicorn shifted ever so slightly, not bolting, but very heedful, careful, ears flicking back and forth as it watched both of them. Familiar with Lena, but not with Darkeye, there was a narrowing of its gaze, suspicious, perhaps, while the caretaker crouched, intending to remove the old bandage from the stifle. “Ah, this looks much better,” she crooned, revealing marks of healing, and beginning to place more of her herbal medication on the new gauze.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
