Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
She’d heard some news of Hadama’s reign – figured the mer was capable of it, considering there’d be no follow-up reports on anything falling apart amidst the world of beaches and sea. She hadn’t realized Harper was so involved, but then again, she’d only known him as a crow stuck in rope, so she wasn’t going to judge too severely. “I see,” she uttered at first, contemplating and quiet. “Is that something you’d be interested in? Leading Torchline?” Even without the humble nature or the rotating structure of its government; Lena presumed those in such roles either took it on because of necessity, duty, devotion, responsibility, or a need for power. She doubted Harper was the latter.
More information followed, leaving her eyes widening more than a fraction at the news, and she figured she’d let him take the last of the biscuits just for all the turbulence of his life. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” A thousand other inquiries nearly meandered along her tongue, but she thought better of them; he didn’t need her prying or well-wishes, foundations of when did you see her last and running him over coals he’d probably already stoked himself.
More information followed, leaving her eyes widening more than a fraction at the news, and she figured she’d let him take the last of the biscuits just for all the turbulence of his life. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” A thousand other inquiries nearly meandered along her tongue, but she thought better of them; he didn’t need her prying or well-wishes, foundations of when did you see her last and running him over coals he’d probably already stoked himself.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
