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Aelfwine I'LL FIND MY OWN BRAVADO
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Still, the doe remained hopeful.
She called out across the water, wondering if someone would be able to hear her as she began to nestle the egg further into the makeshift satchel, made of leaves which were beginning to die. Quietly, she moved a bit further into the water, the liquid reaching up to her hocks before she paused, squinting her eyes through the afternoon sun in the hopes that someone might be able to offer her some advice on how to get across. She quickly glanced around to be sure she wasn’t missing something, but alas there was no bridge in sight! Looking down to her compass duo, she sighed, knowing that none of them would be helpful in her endeavors, but instead shifting them slightly so they covered the wounds inflicted upon her neck from the dragon that had once clutched the egg that Aelfwine now carried so dearly.
“Do you think they’ll hear us?” She murmured quietly to the egg, not feeling it beginning to move in its makeshift home.
"Talk."
