[DROP] raise the bar

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

Lena’s own ventures into the Climb had been sparse and few; her last wandering into the thresholds of the molten, infernal atmosphere had been witnessing pools of crimson, blood, and then a dead body –

So they hadn’t been altogether pleasant.

But she’d be more than merry to experience multitudes of amusement and entertainment provided by one of the seasonal deities, alongside others. Stepping within, her eyes widened, taking in the surroundings, the fire, the incantations, the disembodied voice summoning them forward…perhaps it was just as well Mittens wasn’t in attendance today. She didn’t think the snowball would find the conditions suitable.

However, she did find a place near Sohalia, winking indulgently, before waiting further instructions and directions. Maybe all they needed to do was simply that – limbo.

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