Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The Caretaker accepted the gratitude with a modest bow of her avian head, though she might’ve snorted, or sang, given the ensuing curiosity. The Celestine beheld many in its pathways and shelter, and she could understand why; for a world not known for its peace and tranquility, serenity was difficult to come by, and sometimes not readily understood. It offered those vestiges, and so much more.
The question persisted through the bond, and she nodded her reassurance. Yes. And some for river, swamp, lake, and other water creatures too. She sent an assemblage of other images – of vivid coastlines and warm sand, of drop-offs that could send swimmers spiraling down into its depths. Frey would not forget the sea.
The question persisted through the bond, and she nodded her reassurance. Yes. And some for river, swamp, lake, and other water creatures too. She sent an assemblage of other images – of vivid coastlines and warm sand, of drop-offs that could send swimmers spiraling down into its depths. Frey would not forget the sea.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
