Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
The apologies were rampant the moment she heard the voice, pushing her way past branches and brambles, ducking beneath vines. “I’m so sorry, it just likes to -,” but by then Mittens had already triumphantly slammed into the side of the courier’s head, reforming into its cantankerous, frosty edges. The devilish little smile adorning its features (with little rocks and pebbles) was enough to warrant another string of sentiments as it maneuvered, floated, to stand in front of the Caretaker, protective and proud. “Sorry, its my companion, it –“
It took her a moment of recognition, blinking steadfast at Talyson, then the accompanying dragon. “Oh, Talyson! And hello again,” for her attention had already flickered back to the companion, the hand not holding her canteen immediately going for her pockets for treats.
It took her a moment of recognition, blinking steadfast at Talyson, then the accompanying dragon. “Oh, Talyson! And hello again,” for her attention had already flickered back to the companion, the hand not holding her canteen immediately going for her pockets for treats.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
