[PQ+] [se] off to work we go

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

Lena shared a sentiment of satisfaction and reassurance as the task was finalized; panes secured, passed along without fanfare or ruin. Plus, they’d be able to persist out of the constant and unrelenting rain, or the circulation of bypassing storms. Wiping a little more off her brow and nose, the Caretaker nodded at the other workers, snagging at a mop and bucket, and a few rags and towels for good measure.

Then the Attuned started in one of the corners, working her way outwards, figuring they had enough assistance to cover multitudes of directions. More than once she had to rinse and repeat, snagging at puddles and miniature rivulets.

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Lena mops!

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