[se] nine in the afternoon

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

His statement earned a shake of her head. “I do try.” Persistent with work on the hem, and nearly finished with its design, she designated another dove-like hue for more outlines and figures, while chatting away. Her eyes widened at the laugh, but only to be followed by one of her own, cheery and melodious. “Friends in high places,” intending for the double meaning, with a modest grin thereafter. “But very convenient for you.” Sneaking another length of thread along claws and wings, she pondered for a moment.

The nature of the conversation lingered upon her tongue for a moment, not quite yearning to yield it into a serious topic; but curious nonetheless. “What are your thoughts on Stormbreak lately?”

and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all