Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The offer seemed sincere, and so she paused momentarily in her transactions, smiling over her shoulder. “That would be lovely. Thank you.” The future likely wasn’t going to be a kind one, but it would be nice to have something to perceive, see, and notice, if they were to survive the impending skirmishes.
Making a few trades and exchanges, the Caretaker was content with her wares, placing them into her basket, moving the fabric aside and over so they wouldn’t snag at any debris lingering around, when the question came through her ears. She froze entirely, fingers pausing in mid-air, spine straightening upwards in surprise, shock, and if not a little heartache. “Oh, um,” she fumbled and mumbled briefly, as if to make up for the awkward and painful notions suddenly grasping at her heart. “I had a sister,” and her eyes went down upon the stones, dragged upwards only passersby, as a means of distraction. “She was the Artificer in Stormbreak. Sera.” Maybe her discomfort would mean the inquiries would cease – or the tight-lipped smile that she gave in return.
Making a few trades and exchanges, the Caretaker was content with her wares, placing them into her basket, moving the fabric aside and over so they wouldn’t snag at any debris lingering around, when the question came through her ears. She froze entirely, fingers pausing in mid-air, spine straightening upwards in surprise, shock, and if not a little heartache. “Oh, um,” she fumbled and mumbled briefly, as if to make up for the awkward and painful notions suddenly grasping at her heart. “I had a sister,” and her eyes went down upon the stones, dragged upwards only passersby, as a means of distraction. “She was the Artificer in Stormbreak. Sera.” Maybe her discomfort would mean the inquiries would cease – or the tight-lipped smile that she gave in return.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
