[RQ] seeding the skies

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

She nodded, indicating her understanding, while steeling and forging another breath in between her ribs. All right, and her fingers wrapped around the satchel, holding it tightly, as she watched him maneuver so she might get on. Nerves didn’t bundle, didn’t bungle, though they might have felt the urge – pressing onward, and gently, carefully, winding her way towards his back. Let me know if that’s uncomfortable, because maybe she couldn’t quite fathom the strength, the power, contained within the Huntsman.

Then she was settled, bracing, grabbing where she could without clenching on too tightly. Ready when you are - towards clouds and sky.

and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all