[se] thunderstorms a week ago

Lena

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

“Six,” she supplied, pointing upwards as the amount drifted around them, trying to puzzle through their current situation. “Sickness went through their group, though most of them are over it.” In response, two hacked and coughed in the distance, to which Lena frowned. “I’ll get the medicine out.”

While Sohalia tended to the pellets and grain, the Caretaker measured out the amount of dosage necessary, intending to tuck and hide these away in portions of the food. “They tend to be a bit sneakier than the unicorns,” she noted, by way of putting the pills’ contents into a makeshift treat, demonstrating the motions to the Attuned. “So I have to get crafty too. But its been working.” And so she didn’t complain about the additional necessities. “Come along then!” She hollered to the group, and the wyrms began their descent, immediately sniffing for their food.

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm