Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
With permission granted to enter, by way of echoing throngs and voices, the youth gave a quick, sharp glance around – instantly intrigued by the array of goods surrounding the shop. And the woman constructing them – far smaller than she, but no less in strength and regard. Nodding, and clearing her throat, striving not to be nervous or apprehensive (because if this one said no, she’d be turning to a semblance of unknowns). “Of course. I’m Lena,” and she stuck out her hand for a quick shake, before a smile took over her gentle features.
Snagging at the branch, she offered it up across her palms to be viewed and inspected. “I was wondering if you’d be able to craft this into a staff.” Pausing, considering, the kindness continued and persisted. “I heard you were one of the best in the city.”
Snagging at the branch, she offered it up across her palms to be viewed and inspected. “I was wondering if you’d be able to craft this into a staff.” Pausing, considering, the kindness continued and persisted. “I heard you were one of the best in the city.”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
