Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Unfortunately denied its release, Mittens gave an earnest pout – stones rounding into something very toddler-esque. Not feeding into the impending tantrum, Lena’s smile softened at Harper’s embarrassment, never seeking to harass or harm another, even if the joking had been light. “Thank you,” she laughed. “As long as you don’t repeat the experience, I suppose,” though, she had to admit, she knew quite a few animals who would’ve dived headlong into the same, repetitive dissonance.
Arching her brow at the necessity of collecting puddle water, she chose not to delve too deeply into it; tasks were tasks, and heralds had their reasons. Instead, she nodded, obliging and courteous. “Sure,” before looking back at the wet conditions. “Do you want any help?”
Arching her brow at the necessity of collecting puddle water, she chose not to delve too deeply into it; tasks were tasks, and heralds had their reasons. Instead, she nodded, obliging and courteous. “Sure,” before looking back at the wet conditions. “Do you want any help?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
