Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
She made no note of the sudden cloud manta persecution (not many had been in the enclosures as of late, and anytime she’d been to Torchline, they’d be in mass), but she could understand his point. Nodding along, her feet pressed in idle accord amongst the dirt, listening to the brief description of Safrin.
Beautiful, kind, sad, funny, juxtapositions of enigmatic goddesses who claimed the galaxies and cosmos. Half of her wondered why she’d have anything to be morose about – but perhaps it was the humans she watched over – mortal beings erring every day that gave her discomfort and disappointment. Lena couldn’t speak for any of them, but only remain in wonder – for she doubted the inquiries would ever roam past her lips.
Hadama’s question caused another brief, inward grin. Just Frey. They gave me the position of Caretaker.
Beautiful, kind, sad, funny, juxtapositions of enigmatic goddesses who claimed the galaxies and cosmos. Half of her wondered why she’d have anything to be morose about – but perhaps it was the humans she watched over – mortal beings erring every day that gave her discomfort and disappointment. Lena couldn’t speak for any of them, but only remain in wonder – for she doubted the inquiries would ever roam past her lips.
Hadama’s question caused another brief, inward grin. Just Frey. They gave me the position of Caretaker.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
