Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
If anything, this woman was very blunt. More than once Lena’s eyes widened over the statements, gaze meeting where the warrior’s wandered, until she seemed to summon some amount of courage and determination about the subject. “Well, if you won’t mind…,” because what was the harm? Was it the act of violence? The notions of pressing information she couldn’t readily understand?
Was it a shame, to want to defend yourself?
She shook her head, clearing out the cobwebs of thoughts that had begun to roam. Affixing another steady breath, regaining the spirit in her lungs, she stepped forward, leaving her basket on the rim of the makeshift battlefield. “What do I need to do first?”
Was it a shame, to want to defend yourself?
She shook her head, clearing out the cobwebs of thoughts that had begun to roam. Affixing another steady breath, regaining the spirit in her lungs, she stepped forward, leaving her basket on the rim of the makeshift battlefield. “What do I need to do first?”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
