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04-09-2014, 11:36 PM
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It's clear after my meeting with Elsa that there is much work to be done. Prison cells are the first thing to start. And hopefully soon I will be able to get my crafting magic and add glass to the stone mix. There is much work to be done and we need all the help we can get. I hear her call and pick up a lope through the forest, arriving shortly at her side. Maybe it's that we're both greys, maybe it's that we're both Masons. That we're both girls? I don't know, but I feel some sort of kinship with her. Could it be that.. she likes me? That we'll be friends? I can only hope. That's all I want is to fit in.
I pull up alongside her white chassis, her blue-tipped wings. She is beautiful in a way I could never hope to be. I feel comely next to her brilliance. I press my muzzle close to her shoulder and come to stand equal with her. She has called to the other crafters. -You are so needy sometimes - it's something I've never understood. Pathetic, really.- Yes, I am needy. I want to be loved. Is that too much to ask? Maybe I will have some sort of kinship with these other crafters, too. "I wonder who all will come." I speak rhetorically. Aaron.. Ulrik.. Farenjar? Will they all appear? Are there others who are like me with magic of their own to create? how I walk "how I talk" how I think -how She talks to me- |
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Plot Thread
*You may do anything you wish with Silk excluding dismemberment and death.
