#with. peredhellen.

𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍. she grows used to the changes in this place as the darkness slips fingers under window-frames and she grows used to its compression upon her ribs. there are moments when she feels the wind on her face and she wonders if they shall e’er see spring again, or if this change shall only slip until the green in the world has gone. she has always adored those things that grow, has learnt to thrive in harsh climates and mould herself into something of a survivor. she learns to take hope with it comes.               ❝ you are welcomed here, my lord. forgive me if we were not better prepared to receive you. ❞