Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Stormbreak hadn’t often needed to worry too much about LongNight. Before the portals opened, it had been an occasion of darkness, and not much else. But with monsters potentially roaming, no matter what the Ascended claimed, the Caretaker took it upon herself to wander the markets of her stony wards, and the outer reaches, like Torchline, to ensure she had everything stored and tucked away within the Celestine. Just in case.
There was nothing wrong with stockpiling a variety of bandages anyway. The animals would have everything they needed right there when everyone else was hunkering down or shifting about from sky port to sky port. So she did the same, meandering after landing amidst the lush sands once more, eyes taking in a hundreds of movements and motions, attentive and distracted in her own right - missing one sight in particular.
Like a mermanta.
There was nothing wrong with stockpiling a variety of bandages anyway. The animals would have everything they needed right there when everyone else was hunkering down or shifting about from sky port to sky port. So she did the same, meandering after landing amidst the lush sands once more, eyes taking in a hundreds of movements and motions, attentive and distracted in her own right - missing one sight in particular.
Like a mermanta.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
