Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The silence that followed left the Caretaker uncomfortable and uncertain – striving to figure out how to best circumvent the situation. She’d already forgiven Sohalia – it hadn’t been her fault for stirring up the next of emotions, for that would always lie with those already gone too. There was no getting Sera back. There were no modicums of revenge. There was naught more than those empty notions, and collecting memories, fragments, that Lena could always have in the well of her heart. “It’s really okay, honest,” she murmured, giving half a smile. “Her companion still drifts around the Celestine from time to time, so there are bits and pieces of her remaining.”
Sighing, her eyes drifted back to the plate of desserts, half-tempted to bite her lip and wondering if she should leave. “Would you like anymore?” came instead, an earnest attempt to place a balm on the situation.
Sighing, her eyes drifted back to the plate of desserts, half-tempted to bite her lip and wondering if she should leave. “Would you like anymore?” came instead, an earnest attempt to place a balm on the situation.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
