[se] the sun knew you too

Lena

and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm

“Nonsense. I’m sure they’ll both be delicious.” Not adhering to the argument Darkeye was making, she handwaved the motions aside with a gentle, easygoing smile, and opened the oven door for him as well, allowing the cleric to place his pie within. Then it would only be a waiting game, and she’d try not to hover around it very often.

Turning an hourglass timer, she glanced over the counter, which was fairly clean, and then back to Darkeye. “Those will take a little while. Did you have any other part of the recipe to complete?” Lena could imagine some cream, or some other frosting endeavor, that Frey, and many others would find utterly sublime.

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm