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02-10-2015, 08:54 PM
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Stare through crimson glow Guards of the north Sing their songs of the snow I could only gather that we were to bring water back for use while we all were aboard the ship, yet still, I couldn't help but wonder if it really would be enough. How long would it take for the God to cleanse the lands? Would it be a day, several days, weeks? Longer? I feared we might not know the answer until the flood was coming, if we were given an answer at all. To distract myself, I did my best to focus on Aisling, taking comfort in the fair lady's similar stature; for so long I had been straining my neck to look up at everyone, it was a nice reprieve... But even more enchanting was that smile that often graced her face, and those gentle grey eyes that were so full of wonder as they took in the world around her. ... But didn't seem to be paying any mind to what was right in front of her. "Aisling, watch ou--" I tried to warn her, but by the time the words had begun to push through my lips, it was too late and she had fallen crudely into the lake. Cringing visibly, I hurried forward and tossed my bucket aside as I stepped in beside her, ignorant to the nearby dragon-mare as I focused on my friend. When I spoke, my voice was laced with blatant worry as my eyes scanned her for any scrapes or wounds. "Oh, goodness... Are you alright, Aisling? Are you hurt?" "talk talk talk" |
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