Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Bird feathers hunched and bunched together towards her head in a makeshift shrug. I should still be more aware of my surroundings, in any given circumstance. Shuffling her wings back together, she watched the watery display, angled and purposeful, as the seedling received another volley of droplets, cascading in controlled ripples and showers. Hopefully the little plant would be grateful, and gain enough strength to remain in the swamp’s vestiges.
As for his question, she nodded. Mhm. Good for minor ailments, like stomach aches and such. Considering how many prey animals lurked within this world that likely could upset anyone’s gullet, maybe the herbs would assist in efforts to alleviate those pains. Recalling the ones she’d snagged for him at the festival, she inclined her head. Have you thought of someplace suitable for yours?
As for his question, she nodded. Mhm. Good for minor ailments, like stomach aches and such. Considering how many prey animals lurked within this world that likely could upset anyone’s gullet, maybe the herbs would assist in efforts to alleviate those pains. Recalling the ones she’d snagged for him at the festival, she inclined her head. Have you thought of someplace suitable for yours?
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
