Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena might’ve been known for her kindness, benevolence, and soothing properties, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t capable of concise, precise thoughts. Rather than meandering around the subject, she could dive into the heart of the matter just as quickly and efficiently as the rest of the world, but in a gentle formation, rather than a slicing calculation. “All yours,” she countered as the biscuit half was proffered back to her side, wrapping her fingers around her warm mug again. Then she listened, sipping the indulgent drink, considering and contemplating before expressing herself further.
But it all made sense – after strife and war and everything else, it would still be best for the people to decide. “Of course. The power should remain with its citizens.” It was how Stormbreak had managed nowadays.
The Caretaker didn’t know much about this Maeve, her devotion, or the way she’d apparently been split apart by two convictions and ideals, but the trial and tribulation left in her wake didn’t seem vastly appealing either. Difficult all around, with no right or wrong; just a series of circumstances hard to parse through or imagine. “I wish you good luck with whatever occurs.”
But it all made sense – after strife and war and everything else, it would still be best for the people to decide. “Of course. The power should remain with its citizens.” It was how Stormbreak had managed nowadays.
The Caretaker didn’t know much about this Maeve, her devotion, or the way she’d apparently been split apart by two convictions and ideals, but the trial and tribulation left in her wake didn’t seem vastly appealing either. Difficult all around, with no right or wrong; just a series of circumstances hard to parse through or imagine. “I wish you good luck with whatever occurs.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
