Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
The warmth of her grin remained, nodding at the insinuation of flowers amidst the enclosures. “That would be lovely.” For while the Celestine held magnificent gardens all on its own, the Caretaker would never refuse more art and sway amidst the beauty. Maybe the animals would enjoy them too, in their own ways.
As Mittens rotated its head around in either restlessness or boredom, Lena ignored it for the inquiries and musings, absorbed in the conversation and task at hand. At the notions of all the petals and blossoms being of his own measures and wit, the smile grew wider, far more impressed with his skills. “Your shop must be thriving! I’ll have to stop by sometime.”
She left the semblances of sisters out of the conversation, dissipating the measures into starting the grander scale of the hem dragon. “Thank you,” and her head inclined back to the makeshift tapestry when the reality of his goal mustered its way towards her mind. “Ooh, that’s quite ambitious. What were you thinking?”
As Mittens rotated its head around in either restlessness or boredom, Lena ignored it for the inquiries and musings, absorbed in the conversation and task at hand. At the notions of all the petals and blossoms being of his own measures and wit, the smile grew wider, far more impressed with his skills. “Your shop must be thriving! I’ll have to stop by sometime.”
She left the semblances of sisters out of the conversation, dissipating the measures into starting the grander scale of the hem dragon. “Thank you,” and her head inclined back to the makeshift tapestry when the reality of his goal mustered its way towards her mind. “Ooh, that’s quite ambitious. What were you thinking?”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
