Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
It was nice to see an entirely different side to the young woman – who’d seemed so very sad when they first met. The excitement flickered and rallied, and so Lena found herself leaning forward, enraptured by each word, if a bit laughing at the notions. “That sounds wonderful. Maybe I’ll find a way to go sometime.” A little nook full of books sounded like perfection. “And I’ve been to the Oerwoud! A lovely place.” And then her head tilted, brow furrowing slightly. “How did they become lost?”
As for the Celestine and the gods, the Caretaker could continue to wax poetical. “We have enclosures in the gardens for the animals to stay within while they recuperate. Frey ensures everything they need is there.” Another hum started in her throat; birdsong warbles. “Frey has two aspects: sex and nature. They are the heralds of Rae, who appears as twins. They believe in change and evolution. Things constantly altering.”
As for the Celestine and the gods, the Caretaker could continue to wax poetical. “We have enclosures in the gardens for the animals to stay within while they recuperate. Frey ensures everything they need is there.” Another hum started in her throat; birdsong warbles. “Frey has two aspects: sex and nature. They are the heralds of Rae, who appears as twins. They believe in change and evolution. Things constantly altering.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
