Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena could remember the tension and misgivings amidst Halo the last time they’d ventured there together – understandable, given the discussions, the past, and the present. But the Caretaker also knew the Heart had meant well, and despite all these differences and musings, Stormbreak had worked together to solidify the breaking of chains and guards, eliminating the items used to maim those containing magic. In their place, they’d put blossoms and flowers, and maybe, in some way, they could enrich others’ lives too.
So she stood by with Sohalia, tending to napkins and plates as they all fussed about; striving to remain calm in a world of trepidation and unknown. Despite the beckoning clouds nearby, they seemed set for the moment, and so Lena gave her fellow Attuned a firm pat on the shoulder when the first started to arrive. “Welcome,” with her own compassion and smiles extended to each that wandered in, waves of serenity and tranquility contorting straight through her ribs and heart and lungs. This was a start.
So she stood by with Sohalia, tending to napkins and plates as they all fussed about; striving to remain calm in a world of trepidation and unknown. Despite the beckoning clouds nearby, they seemed set for the moment, and so Lena gave her fellow Attuned a firm pat on the shoulder when the first started to arrive. “Welcome,” with her own compassion and smiles extended to each that wandered in, waves of serenity and tranquility contorting straight through her ribs and heart and lungs. This was a start.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
