Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
A nod of greetings followed, more worry and apprehension drawn into her than anything else. She followed after the Sentinel without so much as a word, hastening the basket higher along her arm, listening as they walked to the location – one portion of the gardens the Caretaker had yet to travel. Her jaw clenched as they approached, eyes flickering to the stone statue of a snake – one that should’ve been human – before her usually warm gaze fell back on him with a stoic appraisal. “I thought you better at containing your powers.” Perhaps blame should’ve been placed on both parties, but with one still and incapable of defending, it was only fair Lena sought some modicum of justice. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do for her.” Call to Frey?
But the next insinuation, even as Lena came around and inspected the marble, left her stare narrowed, confused, bewildered. “Were there any marks on them? Signs of predators?”
But the next insinuation, even as Lena came around and inspected the marble, left her stare narrowed, confused, bewildered. “Were there any marks on them? Signs of predators?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
