Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Shocked that she’d done something correctly – with little to no force behind it, and certainly no manner of menace – her eyes widened, and she wiped some sweat from her brow, whisking little hairs behind her ear.
The question gave her pause too, and she found herself shaking her head. “I was hoping to ask Frey for a staff, but, that would be for healing…,” another notion that had sprung to her mind recently, and she’d have to eventually journey back to the shrine and strive once more. The following inquiry made her head rear up, staring at the taller woman, as if she’d never given it a thought. Safe and secure, having wandered throughout Stormbreak her entire life. “Um…maybe the bandits?” Especially if she continued meandering and exploring into open, wilder lands.
The question gave her pause too, and she found herself shaking her head. “I was hoping to ask Frey for a staff, but, that would be for healing…,” another notion that had sprung to her mind recently, and she’d have to eventually journey back to the shrine and strive once more. The following inquiry made her head rear up, staring at the taller woman, as if she’d never given it a thought. Safe and secure, having wandered throughout Stormbreak her entire life. “Um…maybe the bandits?” Especially if she continued meandering and exploring into open, wilder lands.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
