Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The Caretaker grinned again, still shaking her head. “That’s very kind of you.” As for taste-testing, the youth snagged at some plates and a long knife. “Of course,” and began cutting at her bread into smaller portions for them both.
From the corner of her eye, she watched as he stirred the cream, and when it seemed and deemed appropriate, she nodded. “That looks good!” By then she’d cut away some edges and fringes for them to partake in, passing the plate with peach pie and the cinnamon and vanilla combined bread over to the cleric. “All right, let’s give them a try.” Hopefully they ended up delicious, and not unfit for human consumption.
From the corner of her eye, she watched as he stirred the cream, and when it seemed and deemed appropriate, she nodded. “That looks good!” By then she’d cut away some edges and fringes for them to partake in, passing the plate with peach pie and the cinnamon and vanilla combined bread over to the cleric. “All right, let’s give them a try.” Hopefully they ended up delicious, and not unfit for human consumption.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
