Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Satisfied with the progress made, eventually she and Pip managed to finish their hole too. With a modicum of gratitude extended through Attuned measures, the Caretaker shifted, returning to her human form. Glancing back at Sohalia, and wiping her brow, Lena was content to oblige the request; not a single complaint made. “Thank you,” and she snagged at the bottle, gracefully draining about half of it before they moved to the next project.
“Sure,” nodding at the notions of lanterns – having created them many times before for varying circumstances. These wouldn’t be like those for Ludo and memories of perished family though; much more to the light the way of the streets. Nimble, calloused palms set to work immediately, putting the pieces together as best she could.
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Lena works on the lanterns!
“Sure,” nodding at the notions of lanterns – having created them many times before for varying circumstances. These wouldn’t be like those for Ludo and memories of perished family though; much more to the light the way of the streets. Nimble, calloused palms set to work immediately, putting the pieces together as best she could.
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Lena works on the lanterns!
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
