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12-25-2014, 02:59 PM
  ring ching chang tink Bells tinkle as i trot, accompanying my every footstep. Ah, such a sound. I feel the world would be rather quiet without my bells to flood my hearing and world. I walked along a strange place, an island in the sky. I had been walking along frozen lava when some sort of...well cloud formed beneath my feet. Very little startled me, but this bit of... magic? Witchcraft? Voodoo? Gods there were so many names for what had carried me high into the sky, to the island above. Regardless of name, i was here upon this floating land, exploring it's sights. I poked my head into tents, splashed through creeks, stood on the edge of a world and laughed in the face of the danger of falling. I was like a colt, frolicking and bouncing and playing among the trees, bells cheering delightfully. But grander, louder bells silenced mine, and i halted my play, a stag frozen in startled surprise, legs braced. My tail twitched, lifting in the air before i bound towards the noise, all propriety forgotten, uncared about. My hoofbeats slow, stop, as a grand crowd looms before me. And at the center is the source of the grand sound. Bells draped across a turtle before a tree. He is a creature that radiates peace, for when one carries the bells, how can one be violent? I approach, my own chimes a pale mimicry of the beauty of the tolls from the turtle. I want to cheer and dance and add my chorus to the carol of the bells. But i don't approach the turtle, content to mingle amongst the crowd for now, my gaze flickering in wonder over the entire area. Beautiful. (Merry Christmas everyone :D) "Kvothe's Speech."
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