Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena’s demeanor remained ever the strong, stalwart, and vigilant sort. Kind and compassionate, she carried her calm resilience beside Everest, a bounty of sagacity and effervescence. Some of it was for the younger Attuned’s benefit, and some merely for the rest of the meeting.
Her eyes scanned the crowd, hands folded in front of her, constant Caretaker basket on her arm. She arched a brow and smiled at Mateo and his whooping (maybe for Sohalia, maybe for Everest, presuming probably for both), before taking a long breath of her own. She was surprised by the immediate notions of weather, but perhaps she shouldn’t have been; there were multitudes to address. She’d wait, however, for her ideas had already been put forth to Sohalia, and they’d go from there.
Her eyes scanned the crowd, hands folded in front of her, constant Caretaker basket on her arm. She arched a brow and smiled at Mateo and his whooping (maybe for Sohalia, maybe for Everest, presuming probably for both), before taking a long breath of her own. She was surprised by the immediate notions of weather, but perhaps she shouldn’t have been; there were multitudes to address. She’d wait, however, for her ideas had already been put forth to Sohalia, and they’d go from there.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
