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Secret Places that Aren't Very Secretive - Keidajen - 02-21-2015 The Secret Grove by day is much less of a secret than what it is at night. I clamp my eye still capable of seeing lor shut tightly and I watch my surroundings with a shrewd eye. Already today I have tossed a few pebbles in random directions to steer strangers away from my resting place. A self-satisfied smirk would cross my face each time that some straggler fell for my ploy. My gaze momentarily drops to the pile of small rocks that I had collected before day break specifically for this purpose. I already hold the next pebble to be tossed carefully between my lips. I count how many I have left. One.. Two.. Three.. Four.. Fi- Apparently sheep and rocks have some thing in common; counting my pebbles sends me off to sleep. I tumble head over heels into the deep abyss of slumber. My lips part in the whisper of a snore and from my color stained maw the pebble slips. It tumbles and rolls; it flops and bounces. Never in all of time has a single pebble made such a clatter. My eyes flash open and in not a breaths span clamp shut in pain. "Mitte vero." Da mihi in quietem. It is dreadful to be so sensitive to the light of day and the vibrance it brings. I can vaguely remember my time as a foal. I remember the fiery sunsets and the benevolent spring skies, the memories of brilliant green grasses kissing pastel sky never left my mind. Elivian is a land of no color, all in it exists in various shades of grey to be seen.My faint memory of colors taunted me whilst I had been away from this realm, they had eaten at me with an intense longing. Now in a cruel twist of fate I am once more surrounded by color, but it brings me intense headaches. My head throbs as I settle a seething look upon the now settled pebble. I almost expect it to hop up and proceed into a tap dance as an encore for its earlier hit of a racket. If anyone was near my tuck away corner behind a cluster of willows has been given away. Warily I watch to see if any approach. Brows furrowed I do my best to formulate some sort of greeting. Possibly along with some sort of explanation for why I am acting like a recluse. My scrambling about for words frustrates me; why afterall, do I owe anyone an explanation? @[Tilney] sorry for the wait! Translation: "Mitte vero"||"Give it a rest." Da mihi.. || Give me a rest RE: Secret Places that Aren't Very Secretive - Tilney - 02-25-2015
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From his vantage point on a small but risen timber-topped hill Tilney took in the new sights, smells and noises of the Secret Grove. Since his introduction to Helovia and the Hidden Falls he hadn't quite been able to contain his wanderlust, and so headed east from his new home.
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