[se] thunderstorms a week ago

Lena

and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm

Mittens made another ungodly shriek as Lena and Sohalia joined it outside the enclosure, though Lena was very careful to tether the snowball back along its makeshift leash. Compliant and obedient, for now, it hastened and floated behind her as they began wandering back towards the main center, the Caretaker talking animatedly, already beginning to like the notion of simply following her usual route. “I start at the middle, and go outwards, checking over the enclosures and making sure everyone has the appropriate amount of food, water, and the gates are locked,” she hummed, beginning to notate a list by counting off her fingers.

After another moment or two of quiet contemplation, Lena persisted in the notions and semblances, excitement continually etched on her features. “So we can do that then! Let me grab a few more things!” Ducking towards the center of the Celestine, where paths intermingled, branched off, and meandered away – there were rows of benches, and a small kiosk she’d maintained some time before, with its own ample supplies. Snagging at a few herbs, balms, and other necessities, she waved Sohalia down towards a trail to the left. “We’ll make our way towards where the unicorns are right now, and pass by the shrine.”

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm