Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
To hear that books had been lost to the waves, quite literally, of change, amidst the wars and whatever other strokes of alteration had come made her smile wilt. A slight edge of discontent might’ve marred the edges, for loss was experienced in so many ways, and she ended up playing with the fringes of her shirt, toying with the fabric. “I’m sorry to hear that.” The Fae had suffered a great deal in the unfurling of the barrier, and everything to come thereafter. Perhaps they’d find some peace in all of this repose.
But the Celestine, and discussion of the heralds prompted more spirit back into her heart and mind, so she unfurled a sigh to whisk away all the other distorted semblances. “You can always take a skyship to Stormbreak.” It’d be nice to have newcomers meander and wander in, see the sights for themselves. “I can’t speak for Frey or Rae, but there have been quite a few new flora and fauna lately.” So Sohalia could take that information as she wished – granting a small smile in return.
But the Celestine, and discussion of the heralds prompted more spirit back into her heart and mind, so she unfurled a sigh to whisk away all the other distorted semblances. “You can always take a skyship to Stormbreak.” It’d be nice to have newcomers meander and wander in, see the sights for themselves. “I can’t speak for Frey or Rae, but there have been quite a few new flora and fauna lately.” So Sohalia could take that information as she wished – granting a small smile in return.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
