Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena was wholly occupied with her task – as so often happened, whether it be in the Celestine, through market squares, or baking tendencies. And though this wasn’t strolling through streets or tending to her animals in the gardens, it did require some level of concentration, so she didn’t notice the familiar mermanta lingering nearby – and wouldn’t think to look for one, in the murk of the swamps.
Once she figured the hole was big enough, she dropped the seedlings she’d snagged from the table, surveying them all for a moment more, before choosing one she believed would be helpful to the local climate and terrain. Plucking it neatly with her talon, the bird neatly plopped it in the hole, and began pushing the dirt back over it.
Often in the habit of talking to herself, it might’ve been no surprise as her warm and clear voice came over in Attuned endeavors. There! she uttered, quite proud of her modest achievements.
Once she figured the hole was big enough, she dropped the seedlings she’d snagged from the table, surveying them all for a moment more, before choosing one she believed would be helpful to the local climate and terrain. Plucking it neatly with her talon, the bird neatly plopped it in the hole, and began pushing the dirt back over it.
Often in the habit of talking to herself, it might’ve been no surprise as her warm and clear voice came over in Attuned endeavors. There! she uttered, quite proud of her modest achievements.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
