Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Her eyes widened at the laugh, glancing upwards from her little ax picking at the walls – rounding even more when he mentioned the reasoning. “But why? And what did you do?” Obviously the man had made it through the altercation – but her experience with the Ancients hadn’t been in such a corrosive way. Some inkling rampaged down the back of her throat, and she wondered if all the apprehension would be worth it.
Chiseling, her brows furrowed slightly, wondering if she was keeping him from something. Not one to actively or purposefully impede anyone, she took his words for something else. “Sorry. You can go if you want.” Especially as the stones were beginning to loosen – small little rubies, sparkling along the cavern, half tempted to inspect them as he placed them in her basket.
Chiseling, her brows furrowed slightly, wondering if she was keeping him from something. Not one to actively or purposefully impede anyone, she took his words for something else. “Sorry. You can go if you want.” Especially as the stones were beginning to loosen – small little rubies, sparkling along the cavern, half tempted to inspect them as he placed them in her basket.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
