[Mini Event] the golden age of grotesque

Lena

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

Lena hadn’t been expecting all friendliness and smiles, but it certainly gave her some measure of relief when the stranger cast her a smile and explanations. Tipping her head she listened insightfully, eyes flickering back and forth between individuals, from the appointed Dantalion, to everyone else, the forthcoming notions behind the meeting much more transparent. “Ah, thank you for letting me know,” and perhaps she wasn’t so out of place then, if everyone else had been pondering and wondering over the state of the Ancients. She certainly hadn’t seen many in Stormbreak, if any at all, and knew next to nothing about them.

Greetings extended, the youth pried one of her hands off the handles of her basket, and shook with the primordial being - Ophelia. “I’m Lena. Nice to meet you too.”

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm