[se] Only way through is to follow the fog

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

Lena’s brows went up too – for Noah had been the only one to ever ask her. “Yes. I stayed in my fox form and found a little castle, and there it was.” At the companion’s mentioning, Mittens spun its head around again, opting to glare the Sentinel’s way for no apparent reason – other than perhaps a reaction.

As for the other notions of transplanting some of the various flora, her gaze meandered to the sweetgrass. A wonderful plant, sweet and delicious, used in all kinds of baking. “Hm. I heard Halo had a greenhouse though.” She paused, wondering if the little thing would even make it back to the snowy climate. “Would it be able to survive in there?”

and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all