Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Her keen eyes narrowed as the beasts all settled in, watching to ensure they’d snagged the medicine through the treats. When it was apparently nothing had been spat out or hidden under their fluffy exteriors, Lena softened again, waiting for them to finish, as they’d done with the unicorns, while still perusing and checking over other things.
At the inquiry, the Caretaker nodded, eternally eager to supply whatever information people craved. “They’re cousins of dragons, and tend to be very playful.” To go along with the mischief, and she grinned, shrugging, unbothered by it all. “There’s also another kind called lava wyrms, but I haven’t seen many come in. They can be found in the Climb.” Perhaps they were a bit hardier than their counterparts, or simply didn’t make it within the enclosures in time.
At the inquiry, the Caretaker nodded, eternally eager to supply whatever information people craved. “They’re cousins of dragons, and tend to be very playful.” To go along with the mischief, and she grinned, shrugging, unbothered by it all. “There’s also another kind called lava wyrms, but I haven’t seen many come in. They can be found in the Climb.” Perhaps they were a bit hardier than their counterparts, or simply didn’t make it within the enclosures in time.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
