Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
“I doubt I am more interesting than all those places,” came on a small grin, placing the collection of pencils and colors back into her basket, hands brushing over the drawing, eyes going back to the assemblage of plumes, content with the work. “What’s your favorite so far?” Maybe Ludo had given the child some means of transportation, or she’d simply found a means elsewhere, like the skyports. Lena frequented them when she had the time, but it’d been well before the war since she’d traversed anywhere.
At the question, the Caretaker could only shake her head. Her sister had gone to Mort amidst those terrible incidents leading up to pandemonium and skirmishes, but the woman had never seen Ludo outside of any events, personally or privately. “No.”
At the question, the Caretaker could only shake her head. Her sister had gone to Mort amidst those terrible incidents leading up to pandemonium and skirmishes, but the woman had never seen Ludo outside of any events, personally or privately. “No.”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
