Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Her eyes instantly slipped to the griffin. A habit, a ritual, a routine, to go towards the animals first – but not without permission. While she’d greeted and doted on many a companion, especially her sister’s dragon, it didn’t mean she could set herself directly in their space. So silently, amidst those Attuned fixtures, she greeted the mythical beast; gentle, calm, compassionate as always. Hello there.
Only thereafter did she proceed to pay attention to the man’s reply, unlatching the enclosure, shaking his hand briefly, and then slipping within, hands fast, sure, and certain. “The Celestine is a good place to wander,” and she winked, indulgent as always, while she busied herself with the portions laden in her basket, readying the medicine for the beast within. “Pleased to meet you, Noah.” A little hum began under her breath, some idle melody as she worked, an inherent part of her to the very core.
As for the ursur? “Unfortunately this one is ill, otherwise I’m sure you’d be right.” Not docile at all, but brandishing all its ferocity and vigor. “Have you come across many?” Perhaps he was from Halo.
Only thereafter did she proceed to pay attention to the man’s reply, unlatching the enclosure, shaking his hand briefly, and then slipping within, hands fast, sure, and certain. “The Celestine is a good place to wander,” and she winked, indulgent as always, while she busied herself with the portions laden in her basket, readying the medicine for the beast within. “Pleased to meet you, Noah.” A little hum began under her breath, some idle melody as she worked, an inherent part of her to the very core.
As for the ursur? “Unfortunately this one is ill, otherwise I’m sure you’d be right.” Not docile at all, but brandishing all its ferocity and vigor. “Have you come across many?” Perhaps he was from Halo.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
