[se] the sun knew you too

Lena

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

Taking a few bites of each, Lena found herself quite content – a smile spreading along her face once flavors hit tastebuds, pleased to know they’d been successful in their cooking and baking endeavors. Hopefully her bread would do Sera’s memory some justice. She peered over at Darkeye to see it had gone roughly the same for him, and with an air of satisfaction, the youth nodded. “Good. I hope others think so too.” She wrapped up the remains of her loaf, knowing she’d have to portion it out at the festival.

Curious, her head tilted backed to the cleric. “Are you going to offer some of yours to Frey first?”

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm