Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
The Caretaker had begun balancing her Celestine and advisor duties rather precariously, but was managing just the same. Initial political meetings, beyond those they’d had in other lands, made her somewhat apprehensive, but mostly due to initial jitters, and not quite knowing what to expect.
But nonetheless, she showed up in the Tower with notebook and writing utensils in hand, extending her greetings to everyone in turn with her usual smile, and pulled up a chair along the conference table.
Listening in as she began to take notes, she wondered why Sohalia didn’t extend her ideas, but perhaps there was consternation there too. Glancing at everyone else, Lena supposed she’d weigh in. Taking a deep breath and granting her smile again, she persisted. “What are your thoughts on harvesting resources? That way, eventually, we may begin trade with other regions.”
But nonetheless, she showed up in the Tower with notebook and writing utensils in hand, extending her greetings to everyone in turn with her usual smile, and pulled up a chair along the conference table.
Listening in as she began to take notes, she wondered why Sohalia didn’t extend her ideas, but perhaps there was consternation there too. Glancing at everyone else, Lena supposed she’d weigh in. Taking a deep breath and granting her smile again, she persisted. “What are your thoughts on harvesting resources? That way, eventually, we may begin trade with other regions.”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
