Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The response did manage to elicit a laugh from the Caretaker; a joyous, melodic tune. She snagged at a few more treats and medicines, preparing them for later as the ursur returned to its slumber, resting away the illness residing in its lungs. “Oh, I can just imagine.” Another hum spiraled, mellifluous and light, little singsong airs as she worked in her diligence, tossing a treat to the griffin from over the enclosure with a slight wink. “But when working with the nature side of Frey, we have to respect prey and predators.” Nature and its vicious cycles – what fed and remained, what strengthened and turned.
Her brows rose only slightly when he offered nothing more, and then she shrugged. If he didn’t want to tell whatever nuances circumvented through the nonchalance, then it wasn’t her business to pry. Things altered and changed rapidly in this world, from one day to the next – like the insects floating along before them. Another inspiration from Frey, drawn and mastered because there’d been a need. She watched as one landed on the edge of the gates, and she came back through, carefully locking it behind her. “I have some dragonlings to feed. You’re welcome to join me.” And if not, that was fine too.
Her brows rose only slightly when he offered nothing more, and then she shrugged. If he didn’t want to tell whatever nuances circumvented through the nonchalance, then it wasn’t her business to pry. Things altered and changed rapidly in this world, from one day to the next – like the insects floating along before them. Another inspiration from Frey, drawn and mastered because there’d been a need. She watched as one landed on the edge of the gates, and she came back through, carefully locking it behind her. “I have some dragonlings to feed. You’re welcome to join me.” And if not, that was fine too.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
