Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Unaware of any ulterior motives, for Lena didn’t think in those ways of subterfuge, insurrection, and rebellion, she simply smiled Noe’s way, beginning the finishing touches of her sketch. Eventually, she patted the remnants of charcoal away, sighing at the sight, and rolling it up to place within her collection of things.
The sentiments here were far simpler than the reaches of horrific plants, but it didn’t mean they were lesser. “I do too. And hopefully, eventually, we can make some shelters as well.” It would’ve, could’ve, saved many from the plunging depths of towers or the horrors of war – but she wasn’t going to dwell on those today. Rising from her crouch, she tipped her head back in the direction of the village and skyport. “Why don’t we call it a day here?” Then they could back to Sidhe, snag a snack or two, and head home – to start on exactly those principles of growth.
{FIN}
The sentiments here were far simpler than the reaches of horrific plants, but it didn’t mean they were lesser. “I do too. And hopefully, eventually, we can make some shelters as well.” It would’ve, could’ve, saved many from the plunging depths of towers or the horrors of war – but she wasn’t going to dwell on those today. Rising from her crouch, she tipped her head back in the direction of the village and skyport. “Why don’t we call it a day here?” Then they could back to Sidhe, snag a snack or two, and head home – to start on exactly those principles of growth.
{FIN}
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
