Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
She readily agreed – if only because the descriptions seemed spot on with everything else she’d ever learned about the mythical tumseas. And while she would never wish one harm or ailments to wind their way into the Celestine, the wonder of seeing them still must’ve been something special and unique. A smile remained on her features, eyes glancing off towards the coast. “Perhaps I’ll see one in its natural habitat one day. Thank you for sharing.”
As for the ursur, her head shook. “They live in Halo, as far as I know.” She’d never spotted one of the bears outside the enclosures, but the Caretaker also didn’t meander through the Siberian landscape very often.
Gazing back down at her wares, she figured she’d best be off before the fish started going bad – it would’ve negated the entire reason she’d come, after all. “I should head home soon. Thank you for your assistance and words today.”
As for the ursur, her head shook. “They live in Halo, as far as I know.” She’d never spotted one of the bears outside the enclosures, but the Caretaker also didn’t meander through the Siberian landscape very often.
Gazing back down at her wares, she figured she’d best be off before the fish started going bad – it would’ve negated the entire reason she’d come, after all. “I should head home soon. Thank you for your assistance and words today.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
