Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The obvious memory of the tumsea sent a smile to her features, a youthful little clap of her eyes in some modicum of excitement. “Oh! How were they? I haven’t had any come to the Celestine yet, but I’ve heard so many wondrous things!” From tomes and texts, which wasn’t the same as firsthand experiences and hastily drawn images.
As for the ursur, she collected her thoughts, striving to parse through the best way to describe them objectively, free from judgement, for that was how Lena had always been with every animal that ventured into the pristine, starlit gardens. “Very large white bears. Powerful. Dangerous. Always with a predator’s mind.” And though she stayed calm and endearing towards them just the same, they certainly weren’t anything to play around or mess with.
As for the ursur, she collected her thoughts, striving to parse through the best way to describe them objectively, free from judgement, for that was how Lena had always been with every animal that ventured into the pristine, starlit gardens. “Very large white bears. Powerful. Dangerous. Always with a predator’s mind.” And though she stayed calm and endearing towards them just the same, they certainly weren’t anything to play around or mess with.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
