Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
She smiled in the midst of the greeting, then proceeded to explain, based on Noah’s expression, her companion. “This is Mittens. Abominable snowball.” Shrugging her shoulders, she opted to keep her attention on the plantlife and vegetation around them, intrigued by what he’d found, a light tone in her musings. "I trust you're doing well?"
Encouraged to sit, the youth did exactly that, folding her legs together and brushing her hands past long whisps of stalks close by. Mittens formed a scowl along its stone fixtures, levitating nearby, a combination of vicious watchdog and obnoxious heathen. Paying it no mind or heed, the Caretaker instead opted to listen, tilting her head too, pondering, wondering. “That’s understandable. Have you found something that interests you?” As someone who tended to others, she was always delighting in newfound creations meant to soothe and mend.
Encouraged to sit, the youth did exactly that, folding her legs together and brushing her hands past long whisps of stalks close by. Mittens formed a scowl along its stone fixtures, levitating nearby, a combination of vicious watchdog and obnoxious heathen. Paying it no mind or heed, the Caretaker instead opted to listen, tilting her head too, pondering, wondering. “That’s understandable. Have you found something that interests you?” As someone who tended to others, she was always delighting in newfound creations meant to soothe and mend.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
