Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The Caretaker stayed in her calm, composed state – never one to mock or ridicule another’s fears, all too aware of how it managed to consume, for reasons sometimes beyond their control. So she gave a simple smile, wrapping her hands around her knees as she tucked them under her chin, content to mull and ponder, wonder. How far they’d all come, to worry more about skyships perhaps, than about other notions. “Not silly at all,” shaking her head, shrugging through her shoulders. “Its difficult to know, especially when things are fresh and new. An understandable concern.”
Come to think of it, she’d never really understood how the mechanics worked either. Perhaps she’d taken them for granted, all those years of going back and forth amidst lands, and now from the clouds. “What did you find out so far? I don’t think I’ve ever investigated them for myself.”
Come to think of it, she’d never really understood how the mechanics worked either. Perhaps she’d taken them for granted, all those years of going back and forth amidst lands, and now from the clouds. “What did you find out so far? I don’t think I’ve ever investigated them for myself.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
