Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Before she could ask – especially about the Stormbreak notion – the answer came swiftly from his own admission. Even though Lena held no stigma towards the Abandoned, those notions were not easily erased from her world; the Voice had done them all a great disservice. “I’m sorry about that.” Unaware of any pending plans, she let that subject drop, trying to find her pencil in the sand.
She’d prefer to listen about the rest of the world she’d yet to visit – the Greatwood with its beauty, secrets, enigmatic twists and turns, or Halo with its cold, frigid summits. “Those both sound wonderful,” and grabbing hold of her charcoal once more, the grin returned. As for the desert, she hummed lightly under her breath, sketching something absentmindedly in the corner of her notes. “The seasonal deity, recently. It requires water to leave, apparently.”
And with the semblances of the strange vision, she could only furrow her brows in agreement. “Most likely.” Those sorts of things often did.
She’d prefer to listen about the rest of the world she’d yet to visit – the Greatwood with its beauty, secrets, enigmatic twists and turns, or Halo with its cold, frigid summits. “Those both sound wonderful,” and grabbing hold of her charcoal once more, the grin returned. As for the desert, she hummed lightly under her breath, sketching something absentmindedly in the corner of her notes. “The seasonal deity, recently. It requires water to leave, apparently.”
And with the semblances of the strange vision, she could only furrow her brows in agreement. “Most likely.” Those sorts of things often did.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
