Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
“There we are! You should be good to go!” A pleasant chirp conjured as she tied off the bandage, putting the salve away in her bag. Ducking her head, and not truly looking around as she crouched and tended to her wares, the only warning she received was from the companion’s Dragoon, with an audible Look out! as a piece of wood went spinning in her direction.
The angle of her surprised movements was just in time to see the proportions peel off center, and hit the stone floor with a spiral, and then a quick thud. Blinking, she nodded her thanks to the soldier, before glancing back the way the…arm had come from. Heartbeat rapid, perhaps out of shock and bafflement more than anything else, she noticed a much taller woman practicing nearby.
With a dummy missing…an arm.
Logical conclusions began, and she managed a very weak, defensive smile, calling over to check in, but not yet moving from her spot. Maybe mildly afraid the other limb would come flailing next. “Are you all right?”
The angle of her surprised movements was just in time to see the proportions peel off center, and hit the stone floor with a spiral, and then a quick thud. Blinking, she nodded her thanks to the soldier, before glancing back the way the…arm had come from. Heartbeat rapid, perhaps out of shock and bafflement more than anything else, she noticed a much taller woman practicing nearby.
With a dummy missing…an arm.
Logical conclusions began, and she managed a very weak, defensive smile, calling over to check in, but not yet moving from her spot. Maybe mildly afraid the other limb would come flailing next. “Are you all right?”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
