Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Stormbreak, in its own way, had been secluded and protected for a long time. From the Voice. From Abandoned. From anything resembling a touch of subversion from their heralds. While some Lena could understand, others she didn’t, but Sohalia would be able to see from the range of tomes, gaining perspective about worlds drifted apart, and what power could do in the wrong hands. “I’m sure there are plenty who could talk about their own experiences in the war too,” she mused; if they yearned or craved to talk about the recent destruction.
She didn’t say if she was or not; permitting it to pass through her, like air and water. Easier that way.
Placing more balm upon a particularly wiggly snake, she offered another treat to ensure it was a little more passive, humming again at the notions of unicorns. “They’re wonderful. Capable of healing or swiftness.” Had earned their way into her heart well before they assisted in healing the broken and scattered people of Stormbreak.
As for her role, she wrinkled her nose vaguely, attempting to parse through the levels of time. “A few years. When Frey thought I was ready.” Releasing the reptile from her hold, she followed through on the same routine. “They’re all interesting in their own ways – none of them are the same." Pausing, reflecting, her gaze went back to Sohalia. "Have you heard of gossipflies? They’re quite something.”
She didn’t say if she was or not; permitting it to pass through her, like air and water. Easier that way.
Placing more balm upon a particularly wiggly snake, she offered another treat to ensure it was a little more passive, humming again at the notions of unicorns. “They’re wonderful. Capable of healing or swiftness.” Had earned their way into her heart well before they assisted in healing the broken and scattered people of Stormbreak.
As for her role, she wrinkled her nose vaguely, attempting to parse through the levels of time. “A few years. When Frey thought I was ready.” Releasing the reptile from her hold, she followed through on the same routine. “They’re all interesting in their own ways – none of them are the same." Pausing, reflecting, her gaze went back to Sohalia. "Have you heard of gossipflies? They’re quite something.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
