Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena hadn’t been a frequent visitor of the Tower, having never been a part of any subterfuge within Stormbreak, but it had its own connotations. Her feelings aside, the floating kingdom needed a ruler, and while they’d managed to survive with Anju making her way as best she could, time pressed down upon their spines. They couldn’t keep drifting, meandering, and teetering back and forth.
Determined and assured, the Caretaker made her way towards the structure, taking in the stale scent with barely a wrinkled nose. Keeping her basket close to her elbow, she ventured over to where others had already begun to gather. Notching a smile upon her features, she nodded towards Everest’s insinuations, rallying behind them in a agreement and accord. “How can we be of help?”
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Lena has everything listed on her profile! Except for Mittens. Mittens is staying home.
Determined and assured, the Caretaker made her way towards the structure, taking in the stale scent with barely a wrinkled nose. Keeping her basket close to her elbow, she ventured over to where others had already begun to gather. Notching a smile upon her features, she nodded towards Everest’s insinuations, rallying behind them in a agreement and accord. “How can we be of help?”
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Lena has everything listed on her profile! Except for Mittens. Mittens is staying home.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
