Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
While Mittens grumbled and growled in its makeshift expression, yearning to barrel out of her palms, Lena ignored it entirely for the sake of heralds and descriptions. Safrin tasking a follower to capture sunlight sounded like a phenomenal quest, and her grin turned all the brighter for it. Eyes ran rampant over the canvas again. “Imaginative and original.” She would’ve just snagged at a puddle; but perhaps creative minds differed.
Though any and all emotions and significance thereafter receded for the sheer shock value of the next semblances – recognition dawning in new parallels of light, mouth rounding in surprise. “Oh! The crow!” She had to laugh then, a light, little melodious thing drifting along stone; memories of a hapless bird trapped amidst the skyboat’s roping. “Glad to see you’re not stuck there again, and that we could meet in person.”
Though any and all emotions and significance thereafter receded for the sheer shock value of the next semblances – recognition dawning in new parallels of light, mouth rounding in surprise. “Oh! The crow!” She had to laugh then, a light, little melodious thing drifting along stone; memories of a hapless bird trapped amidst the skyboat’s roping. “Glad to see you’re not stuck there again, and that we could meet in person.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
