Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
As the pie and bread slowly rose within the oven, the Caretaker took a look at the entries again. Blanching slightly as she read on and on, noting the lack of some ingredients (like raw milk straight from a farmer or a cow) or the ability to whip it naturally without some experience…she slid the book back over to Darkeye. “I’ve never done any of those,” she mentioned, embarrassed, cheeks turning a light shade of pink as she looked down at the counter.
Rebounding with a soft smile and a slight grimace, she shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe we can just pick some up at the market.” Which is what she normally did – not wanting to ruin anything meant for her favored deity.
Rebounding with a soft smile and a slight grimace, she shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe we can just pick some up at the market.” Which is what she normally did – not wanting to ruin anything meant for her favored deity.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
