Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Her cheeks flushed at the compliment, even as she ducked her head and studied the mare’s hock, making a few more adjustments with the ointment. “Thank you,” came on a modest grin, before she rose back from her steady crouch, and began to study and survey the eating habits of the herd. Sometimes it was all a watching game, assured each was getting exactly what they needed, without having to fight or fend off comrades and brethren, simply by pecking orders and arrangements of herds.
Capping the lid on the balm, she listened to Sohalia’s realization, the mode of information and wisdom dispensing immensely strong and determined, as they listened to the munch and crunch of the equines. “Partial shifting, compelling animals, multiple shifts, and even mythical shifts, come along in time. Your communication will improve too.”
Capping the lid on the balm, she listened to Sohalia’s realization, the mode of information and wisdom dispensing immensely strong and determined, as they listened to the munch and crunch of the equines. “Partial shifting, compelling animals, multiple shifts, and even mythical shifts, come along in time. Your communication will improve too.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
