Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Enhanced proportions for a world beneath the sea sounded just about right – and she could almost conjure a magical, mystical means to bubbling sea foam and sapphires concocted below undulating waves. She made no inquiry about the nature of the tools and descendants, though she did wonder why he couldn’t go out and simply get his own – but maybe, like so many other things rooted into the world, it was the nature of tradition. A broad smile followed. “Sounds lovely,” and she meant it. Perhaps jewels sounded better than armaments – even now, as they all stood on the precipice of war.
Her eyes flickered over to the market again, easing forward towards a kiosk, half-distracted by going through her basket, opting to snag at a few items to trade. “Religion, of course,” and she hand-waved the notions aside; for that seemed to be a majority of Stormbreak’s citizenry. “Though they tend to dabble in flora and fauna from time to time,” which was why they’d been fine with the menagerie of animals Lena had always tried to bring home, or pleased when Frey had granted her the Celestine.
Her eyes flickered over to the market again, easing forward towards a kiosk, half-distracted by going through her basket, opting to snag at a few items to trade. “Religion, of course,” and she hand-waved the notions aside; for that seemed to be a majority of Stormbreak’s citizenry. “Though they tend to dabble in flora and fauna from time to time,” which was why they’d been fine with the menagerie of animals Lena had always tried to bring home, or pleased when Frey had granted her the Celestine.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
