you are more than warm belief

Lena

and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm

With the clothing at least mildly acceptable, as much as Harper seemed to think necessary, the youth wasn’t sure what else to do with the fingers on the back of her own, other than to smile kindly and continue to tap them lightly against the cup’s enamel. “I cannot speak for her, but maybe she thinks no one would want her to lead.” She shrugged, because nothing would be further from the truth – but these were mere presumptions on the Caretaker’s part, from nothing but friendly insight.

Taking a sip, which gave her more opportunities to mull things over, because she wasn’t certain what Torchline could do, nonetheless, she kept it in the back of her mind for the future. Just in case. “Thank you.” She paused, head tilting vaguely. “How are things in Torchline?”

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm