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02-11-2015, 08:00 PM
Lathered with sweat as I was, I was far from calling quits. Towing the buckets from the stream back to the ship had been easy enough, but traveling from the Edge to the meadow, then back again twice was rough on old bones. Yet still I kept my head high, knees snapping up high as I moved at a lengthy trot towards our beloved home, cart in tow. This time, the God had bestowed us a task to dig up what flora we were able, and immediately my mind drifted to the garden that our Moon Doctor had toiled tirelessly over for so long. We had all helped to move it when the darkness took over many seasons ago, and now, we were doing it all over again. Up ahead I spied the familiar, painted forms of my Queen and Alysanne, a soft smile tugging at dark, scarred lips as I approached. "I am here," I called softly, and maneuvering the cart as best as I was able, trusting Romani and the others to help guide me backwards, I managed to get it backed up to the garden and braced myself to keep it held still. I had assured it was empty and clear, ready for the garden box to be hoisted up into it; but at the very front corner also sat a brilliant, red dragon's tongue, a flower that had caught my attention on the way back to the Edge. It had always been a favorite of Bran's, and with great, tender care I had dug it up to make the voyage with the rest of us. Craning my neck to look back to the group, I gave a firm nod of my head. "I am ready when you all are." @[Romani] |
You may attack and use magic on Des at any time for any reason.
HP: 66.5
