Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena continued to munch happily on her biscuit, though her brows furrowed at Harper’s plans. Considering she’d already experienced a round of his ‘fly in and hope for the best’ tactic, recalling a bird hung up in portions of rope, her head tilted, voice and thoughts striving for the best way to parse through the situation. “Now, I’ve seen you use that before…,” a hint, hoping to ease into the notions with a small smile and less damage. “You could at least get some heavier, warmer clothing. Gloves, and the like.” Stormbreak surely had some, even if the fabric wasn’t hardy enough for the constant winter in Halo. It was better than nothing at all.
At the notions of this land though, her fingers tapped on her cup. “Quiet. We’re all slowly rebuilding.” From where shelters and sanctities had been torn apart, thrown about in the island’s haste to save itself. Her gaze went a little downcast, staring into the drink. “We still don’t have a leader, though Anju manages. It shouldn’t be all on her though.” So they were all stuck in limbo, not quite maneuvering back or forward. “We had thought previously of trying to get more to live here, or to strive at finding ways for Abandoned to come, but…,” without a sovereign, methods didn’t much matter.
At the notions of this land though, her fingers tapped on her cup. “Quiet. We’re all slowly rebuilding.” From where shelters and sanctities had been torn apart, thrown about in the island’s haste to save itself. Her gaze went a little downcast, staring into the drink. “We still don’t have a leader, though Anju manages. It shouldn’t be all on her though.” So they were all stuck in limbo, not quite maneuvering back or forward. “We had thought previously of trying to get more to live here, or to strive at finding ways for Abandoned to come, but…,” without a sovereign, methods didn’t much matter.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
