Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena’s faith and adherence in the world, in their gods, wasn’t easily shaken or rattled, but sitting there, listening to the sudden change of events, haunted and loomed. While she’d very easily like to bow her head and pray and hope, action took precedence over that. Keeping her worries and sentiments to herself, she glanced at the others, noting Anju’s pragmatic reaction, and wishing her fingers didn’t tremble underneath the table. “I’m fine with that as well.”
Her gaze went to Everest, to Sohalia, in turn, unfurling another bout of air. “And that we should move along with our regional quest as much as we can.” She left out the ‘hopefully in time’ piece – perhaps it went without saying.
Her gaze went to Everest, to Sohalia, in turn, unfurling another bout of air. “And that we should move along with our regional quest as much as we can.” She left out the ‘hopefully in time’ piece – perhaps it went without saying.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
