stop looking behind you

Lena

and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm

She gave half a grin in return, the edges and fringes of her nerves still thin. Unfortunately, her bandages seemed to blend quite well in the snow, and she mentally made a note to find some that weren’t perfectly white for the next time she wandered into snow and ice, but she managed to snag some of her herbs back into the basket before they were marred and ruined further.

Rising from her crouch, her eyes pinpointed back to the unicorn, completely unbothered by the pinned ears or lack of healing abilities. “Oh! So she has superspeed then?” with an open admiration and a smile, and she had to fight her mouth from dropping at the notions of thirty amidst the herd beyond. “I haven’t been around so many before. We get quite a few in the Celestine, but not to that amount.” Though the enclosure would provide for a massive group, Lena would worry more about the cause of so many injuries or illnesses.

Nor she did require any sense of movement or motion, already embarrassed by her actions. “I don’t want to trouble you,” and then the notions seemed to echo along her skull – another Abandoned in the midst of Caido. And while Stormbreak had banned them from their wake, the Caretaker had never been fussed or pressed about their abilities – for not everyone would rise to become the Voice. “But, if you want?” Turning her palms over, she stared at the bloodied, mangled mess, cringing and wrinkling her nose at the scene. “I’m not sure I have much to offer you in return.”

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm