[RQ] seeding the skies

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

She adjusted accordingly as he turned and shifted, banking off to the left. The statement left her mildly perplexed – perhaps his senses were far more attuned than hers, thriving off of geography or experience in motion, for she had no idea where they were. How can you tell? incited on blatant curiosity, while she snagged at another handful. Following directions to the letter, the Caretaker embarked on the same motions as before, her eyes watching as dust and granule and powder became something more than that in the world of clouds and stone.

Protection.

Nodding once more, and then realizing he couldn’t see it, the youth gave her acknowledgment through the bond. Sounds good, making sure she had enough for the last proportions.

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