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09-25-2016, 12:12 AM
as we walk in fields of gold Well, the little enchantress had lost the brute's trail again. Some Thief ye're turning out te be, Aisling! Can't even get your own dagger back, it's disgraceful. She chided herself continually in the days that followed her failed attempt on the stallion. Usually so quiet and sneaky, she had though with her new powers that regaining her property would be easy as breathing but the great hulking brute had eyes in the back of his head...four eyes in the form his dratted dragons. She hadn't known about them and so hadn't sheltered herself from their meddlesome eyes as the stalked the white-armed behemoth. With a disgruntled huff, Aisling continued northward. The shifting colors were a balm though, and as she picked her way through the rustling wood on prim little grey hooves the sweeps of orange and yellow and red above her worked to brighten her outlook. She loved Orangemoon, though truthfully no more than she loved each and every season when it took turn on the earth. There was plenty to love of each of the four and Aisling greeted each as she would an old friend: with a smile and a song. Her flute had been playing sweetly as she walked, working to improv her mood but it's song was cut short as the little mare came across a a gathering of children. Well, mostly children, but she spied one filly that was near grown as well as a stallion amongst them. Aisling nodded her approval at the stallion's correction of his speech (no need for children to get any ideas about foul language) and then approached to see what all the fuss was about. "Ah, a new egg then..." she mused, trying to ignore the excited little flare in her stomach at the sight of the it nestled in the spruce's roots. The possibility of having a companion had hovered at the edges of her imagination since she had lase come across an egg, but it seemed that these events drew crowds and she didn't want to let herself hope too far. "So my dears," she addressed the children, "What should be done about an egg all by it's lonesome?" |
Seeking a Dragon with Fire Breath
Wishtist
First Refusal
[now come the days of the dreamer and they are filled with wonder and light ]
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