Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
How did one show forgiveness, or a lack of vengeful notions towards those who’d wronged them? Lena wasn’t certain, and could only hazard a few guesses. She wasn’t even sure if she was extending pardons or exonerations - not for the slaying of her people (her sister) and the destruction of her home. Maybe a sign that she wasn’t like them – purposeful, a clear and precise message; kindness extended even when it rightly shouldn’t be.
Was that bitter, in its own way?
Shaking her head, and rambling onwards, the youth roamed into the confines of the Collegium. Notions were heralded towards sending some sort of message wrapped amongst and amidst the pending, anonymous gift – threading her way towards a more Old God focused source of materials and tomes along the back wall.
Was that bitter, in its own way?
Shaking her head, and rambling onwards, the youth roamed into the confines of the Collegium. Notions were heralded towards sending some sort of message wrapped amongst and amidst the pending, anonymous gift – threading her way towards a more Old God focused source of materials and tomes along the back wall.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
