Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
There was still much to be done – and while the Caretaker could be proud of their work, the heavy burden of turmoil could easily take it’s toll. Uncertain how the memorial should be built, or even where to begin with housing, she figured she could do what she committed to so often anyway – taking care of others.
The youth ensured others, especially the dragoons, Ronin, and Darkeye, were given subsequent breaks (perhaps in some cases, demanding they take some) and adequately granted water, refreshments, and nourishment. Going from each individual and rotating around, she eventually found herself back at the table, munching on some bread. Head tilting towards Darkeye, her inquiry rang through. “How can I help with the memorial, or houses?”
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Lena ensures everyone takes a break and snags some refreshments and food.
The youth ensured others, especially the dragoons, Ronin, and Darkeye, were given subsequent breaks (perhaps in some cases, demanding they take some) and adequately granted water, refreshments, and nourishment. Going from each individual and rotating around, she eventually found herself back at the table, munching on some bread. Head tilting towards Darkeye, her inquiry rang through. “How can I help with the memorial, or houses?”
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Lena ensures everyone takes a break and snags some refreshments and food.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
