Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Proud and in accord, agreements, with the expressed sentiments, the youth nodded, watching and waiting for anything further; Sohalia stepping forward, some silent provisions waylaid into the expanse. Her eyes widened significantly though at the notions of Mort Attuning the young woman, for she hadn’t heard of such a thing. Of course it happened, she was sure of it, but remarkable nonetheless. “You must be quite fortunate! I haven’t heard of Mort showing often.” Maybe for Remi, as a beacon of death and Ludo’s chosen…her brow furrowed, contemplating it further.
She continued in her walking though, quiet musings taking hold, as they arrived along the outskirts of the unicorns’ enclosure. “Definitely give yourself opportunities to seek any of them out.” From there, she placed her basket down, hands tugging on the lock to permit the gate to swing open. “You can come in. I need to check the water and food first.”
She continued in her walking though, quiet musings taking hold, as they arrived along the outskirts of the unicorns’ enclosure. “Definitely give yourself opportunities to seek any of them out.” From there, she placed her basket down, hands tugging on the lock to permit the gate to swing open. “You can come in. I need to check the water and food first.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
