Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Despite rumors, stories, and legends surrounding the Climb, Lena had yet to frequent it. Too busy a majority of the time, she’d listened to the tales of leviathans and Tanau with increasing curiosity, and when the rumors eventually reached her ears, there was little she could do but meander there herself.
Quite a few had beat her to it, what with the many paths traversed, traveled, and she’d spent several moments wandering in circles along the heat until she’d followed the sound of voices. Her gaze arched along the crash and roar of the falls, suspiciously red, fingers already winding themselves together in the slight curl of apprehension.
Quite a few had beat her to it, what with the many paths traversed, traveled, and she’d spent several moments wandering in circles along the heat until she’d followed the sound of voices. Her gaze arched along the crash and roar of the falls, suspiciously red, fingers already winding themselves together in the slight curl of apprehension.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
