Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
She made a few more adjustments of her sketch, sometimes smudging a mark until it disappeared, other moments placing a darker portion of charcoal into the outline. It helped soothe some trepidations still bubbling in her chest, allowed her to partake in something that wasn’t outright domineering; a worthy distraction.
Though words were enough too, as Noe smiled and persisted. “I’ve met a few. All of them were very kind.” Sah, Morgen, to name a couple immediately coming to mind. “I’m glad we all came to realize they’re much like us, and not everyone is like the Voice.” Hopefully she’d been one in a million, and they wouldn’t have to combat anything similar ever again. “Now we can find other ways to safeguard Stormbreak.”
Though words were enough too, as Noe smiled and persisted. “I’ve met a few. All of them were very kind.” Sah, Morgen, to name a couple immediately coming to mind. “I’m glad we all came to realize they’re much like us, and not everyone is like the Voice.” Hopefully she’d been one in a million, and they wouldn’t have to combat anything similar ever again. “Now we can find other ways to safeguard Stormbreak.”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
