Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Considering most visitors came to the Celestine merely to gawk, either at gardens or animals, Lena wouldn’t mind either way. Regardless, the Caretaker was ready to apply all her skills into the lemonade, eagerly rolling the lemons along the counter for a moment, an old trick her mother had taught her, before cutting them in half lengthwise, and beginning to squeeze them over the strainer along the pitcher. “Just some water, I think,” the Attuned contemplated as she worked. “We should probably keep leftovers of this for the festival too.”
Humming while she worked, and pondering over circumstances well beyond either of their control, her head tilted slightly. “Have you ever been to something like this before?”
Humming while she worked, and pondering over circumstances well beyond either of their control, her head tilted slightly. “Have you ever been to something like this before?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
