Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena didn’t have much of a choice, quite along for the ride as the rest of her linked force dove forward – though her whoops and hollers were out of pure amusement, rather than intrinsic fear. Seren could zig and zag, but only for so long when the creatures and Lena in tow – her arms reaching, the world maneuvering at a fast, diligent pace – until Umbra finally made his mark, and she could breathe again.
Which presented another problem, once she lifted her head and gazed over the remaining individuals. The wyrms bobbed along in the distance – she could nearly feel their smirks and snickers, their amusement at the tides being somewhat in their favor. As the Caretaker joined arms with Seren, she pondered the possibilities. It would be cruel and unfair to compel the urchins forward and into their grasp. Lena and Seren were far too large to be carried by the accompanying dragon or wyrm. “Might be up to them now,” gesturing towards the assembled team. “What if we follow underneath them – the wyrms can only go so far in the boundaries…,” uncertain, shrugging her shoulders.
Which presented another problem, once she lifted her head and gazed over the remaining individuals. The wyrms bobbed along in the distance – she could nearly feel their smirks and snickers, their amusement at the tides being somewhat in their favor. As the Caretaker joined arms with Seren, she pondered the possibilities. It would be cruel and unfair to compel the urchins forward and into their grasp. Lena and Seren were far too large to be carried by the accompanying dragon or wyrm. “Might be up to them now,” gesturing towards the assembled team. “What if we follow underneath them – the wyrms can only go so far in the boundaries…,” uncertain, shrugging her shoulders.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
