Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
For what Lena considered an innocent question, the reply gave her pause. “No, you don’t need to have a favorite.” But most people did, regardless. A world they loved and cherished, some portion of lands that brought them joy and contentment, peace and repose. And that had been so difficult to find before the war, that now seemed like the right time to angle and start anew.
Her hands reorganized the odds and ends in her basket, head tilting back as she crouched along steps and stones. “I haven’t been everywhere either.” She’d yet to venture into Halo, Hollowed Grounds, or the Greatwood, and certainly had no place in the Draig. “But I’ve been to The Climb, Oerwoud, Feverlands, Hak Etme, King’s End, and Torchline.”
Her hands reorganized the odds and ends in her basket, head tilting back as she crouched along steps and stones. “I haven’t been everywhere either.” She’d yet to venture into Halo, Hollowed Grounds, or the Greatwood, and certainly had no place in the Draig. “But I’ve been to The Climb, Oerwoud, Feverlands, Hak Etme, King’s End, and Torchline.”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
