Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The Caretaker opted to direct traffic, per se, as more of the herd came in. Not only did the palomino require her supplements, so did a vast number of others, including a few painted, spotted, and black ones, all in their own shape and form, but obvious need of groceries. “Most animals adapt quickly,” she noted, because otherwise, they were lost. If it were in the wild, it wouldn’t be able to survive without managing to alter course rapidly, swiftly, efficiently. Within the Celestine they had more time and opportunities, and hopefully some learning curves, before they returned back to their own land.
While more shuffled over to their hay, the youth nodded, snagging at more of the balm in her basket to apply to several worn-looking hocks or mishaps from obvious herd alterations. “They’re wonderful creatures. I’m just glad they have a place to turn to whenever they need it.”
Humming under her breath as she glided gently over to a brown mare, her eyes flickered back to Sohalia. “All Attuned, once they are strong enough, can have that ability.”
While more shuffled over to their hay, the youth nodded, snagging at more of the balm in her basket to apply to several worn-looking hocks or mishaps from obvious herd alterations. “They’re wonderful creatures. I’m just glad they have a place to turn to whenever they need it.”
Humming under her breath as she glided gently over to a brown mare, her eyes flickered back to Sohalia. “All Attuned, once they are strong enough, can have that ability.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
