Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Hadama needn’t worry about fanaticism and Lena – though tending to prosper over the greatness of Frey’s exploits and expertise, she’d never forced her opinions on anyone. A relishing of experiences, perhaps, and not much more, eternally intrigued to hear of others’ inputs and accomplishments with the Old Gods, or sometimes, the New, by simple curiosity. The latter had gone by the wayside in the wake of other things, however, and understandably so.
The reaction garnered by the question wasn’t something she expected – maybe there was an emotion underlying there that she’d accidently tripped over. Striving to keep away from what could be an unfortunate circumstance, her mind ran wild on how one smithed beneath the sea. “Are there special tools you use?” How did they maintain the heat necessary? Or was that too much as well? Her lips drew into a semblance of a frown, before relegating to a soft smile. “Well, I hope you manage to get your own. What sort of items do you make?”
The inquiry about her parents made her eyes widen, and then she permitted a light laugh. “Oh, goodness no. They’re intertwined with academics, and frequent the Collegium.”
The reaction garnered by the question wasn’t something she expected – maybe there was an emotion underlying there that she’d accidently tripped over. Striving to keep away from what could be an unfortunate circumstance, her mind ran wild on how one smithed beneath the sea. “Are there special tools you use?” How did they maintain the heat necessary? Or was that too much as well? Her lips drew into a semblance of a frown, before relegating to a soft smile. “Well, I hope you manage to get your own. What sort of items do you make?”
The inquiry about her parents made her eyes widen, and then she permitted a light laugh. “Oh, goodness no. They’re intertwined with academics, and frequent the Collegium.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
