Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Her eyes fell to the stone at the cat’s speech, brows furrowing further; not out of anger or fury, but perhaps some telling of the truth that she hadn’t heard in such terms before. The same hadn’t happened to Sera – chaos and catastrophe and casualties had stolen her sister away. But Lena’s methods of handling her grief had been to bury herself in her work, and how a feline had managed to see that well before the Caretaker acknowledged it left her a little bewildered.
She did laugh though, but it was soft, and somewhat sad. I hope it doesn’t turn out that way. Indulging with some sort of smile, a means of defense, her eyes went back to the ivory cat. For the most part. Because she loved her occupation, and her home…but there had never been much else. What do you do for fun? As if, perhaps, to put it back upon the far too clever feline.
She did laugh though, but it was soft, and somewhat sad. I hope it doesn’t turn out that way. Indulging with some sort of smile, a means of defense, her eyes went back to the ivory cat. For the most part. Because she loved her occupation, and her home…but there had never been much else. What do you do for fun? As if, perhaps, to put it back upon the far too clever feline.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
