Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena couldn’t help but grimace at the state of things – inwardly, perhaps, given her modicum of rapport and refinement. Stormbreak had multitudes to do, and much like any other time, the Caretaker was willing, eager, and ready to take things on, to benefit the cause of her fellow compatriots.
“Here to help!” she chirped, having exchanged her basket for a simple bag, containing her healing staff (just in case – one never knew these days), and an assortment of bandages, tools, water, and food. Mittens came too, though thoroughly leashed, and it managed to behave while they waited for the others to arrive.
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Lena is bringing everything on her profile, including Mittens, her staff, and bandages, tools, water, and food.
“Here to help!” she chirped, having exchanged her basket for a simple bag, containing her healing staff (just in case – one never knew these days), and an assortment of bandages, tools, water, and food. Mittens came too, though thoroughly leashed, and it managed to behave while they waited for the others to arrive.
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Lena is bringing everything on her profile, including Mittens, her staff, and bandages, tools, water, and food.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
