Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena didn’t expect the sudden churning and turning of motion and movement from the man – but she remained quietly on her bench, sorting and closing up her supplies while the lantern dried. Arching her brow, she watched him pace back and forth more than once, opting not to laugh or smile, but to wait out the moment.
The Caretaker was more than a little surprised at the changing of his tune, but perhaps he was indulging her or strongly considering it; eyes widening briefly as she settled back against the wooden frame. “You’re welcome.” She paused, the weight somewhat lifted from her shoulders, and the pride not sticking out like a sore thumb. “I’m sure Ronin will give you some good ideas about where and how to start too.”
The Caretaker was more than a little surprised at the changing of his tune, but perhaps he was indulging her or strongly considering it; eyes widening briefly as she settled back against the wooden frame. “You’re welcome.” She paused, the weight somewhat lifted from her shoulders, and the pride not sticking out like a sore thumb. “I’m sure Ronin will give you some good ideas about where and how to start too.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
