Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The look on Sohalia’s face was a mirror and reflection of many, the Caretaker was certain, given everything occurring in a rapidly short amount of time. Between the bizarre notions of the latest moth attack (which she hadn’t hesitated to research in the library), incoming work towards ensuring the Observatory was repaired, and the news of Safrin’s departure, they were due for a swell of conversation over this season’s motions.
Lena came bearing coffee, tea, and treats for each council member, placing them on the table for everyone to snag when they were ready. “You all right?” she whispered warmly to Sohalia, mainly to ensure everything was fine – health wise – before the impending wakes began.
Lena came bearing coffee, tea, and treats for each council member, placing them on the table for everyone to snag when they were ready. “You all right?” she whispered warmly to Sohalia, mainly to ensure everything was fine – health wise – before the impending wakes began.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
