[se] the sun knew you too

Lena

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

The knock on the door brought her out of cleaning mode, and she opened it to reveal flowers, and then Darkeye himself. Grinning, she nodded her head towards the baked goods waiting and cooling on the counter. “Perfect timing. I just took them out!” The smell continued to waft in a pleasant array of bread and peach, cinnamon and vanilla, and while he wandered back in, she snagged at the hydrangea and other supplies, placing some upon the table and out of the way, so that his hands might be freed.

“These are beautiful,” the Caretaker uttered, by way of complimenting the hues and petals, before sticking them in a vase nearby. “Did you have any trouble?”

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm