Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Her eyes narrowed briefly; head tilting slightly. “Then where is your apology?” For making her scream – for meandering through the woods and thicket and jumping strangers for no clear indication.
Ignoring the rest of the behavior, she continued in pursuit of the bird, hoping to catch a distinct clue or feather angling from the branches and brambles. The inquiry paid her no mind, though it was bizarre, because she figured any child would be able to reason that out on her own. “For carrying things – like medicine, bandages, and the like. I’m the Caretaker in the Celestine. Its habit, I suppose.” To try and tend to anyone, or anything, needing to be soothed.
She skipped away, seemingly out of range of whatever powers were striving to reveal contents, believing she spotted the particular flier, and snagged at her notebook layered within the aforementioned; the charcoal flying upon the paper.
Ignoring the rest of the behavior, she continued in pursuit of the bird, hoping to catch a distinct clue or feather angling from the branches and brambles. The inquiry paid her no mind, though it was bizarre, because she figured any child would be able to reason that out on her own. “For carrying things – like medicine, bandages, and the like. I’m the Caretaker in the Celestine. Its habit, I suppose.” To try and tend to anyone, or anything, needing to be soothed.
She skipped away, seemingly out of range of whatever powers were striving to reveal contents, believing she spotted the particular flier, and snagged at her notebook layered within the aforementioned; the charcoal flying upon the paper.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
