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I was proud to find the Rotunda, i really was. Because then i could show Tempe and we could play together around it without Mum getting snappy because we make too much noise. But when i arrive with Tempe, there's already a crowd of others there. I felt my shoulders slump in disappointment; i had thought i found something new, something unknown, a place to be Tempe and mine's secret place. There's an adult here too, and older lady who's not winged or horned like Mum, but she seems nice. There's lines on her face from smiling, and she just feels like Auntie does, only less fearful. I prance towards her, and just as i come into range she speaks. Raven? I looked up, tilting my crowned head alllll the way back to look at the black bird wheeling above us. It wasn't always black? Then what color had it been? I drop my head as she speaks again, and immediately i bounce forward, forgetting Tempe in my excitement. "Yes! Why wasn't it black? Was it pink? I bet it was pink." The prospect of a story has me giddy, and i turn to look back at Tempe. Quickly i prance over to her side, tugging at her mane gently before returning towards the woman. I didn't think about 'stranger danger' or 'evil villains'. Because anyone that tells a story can't be evil. I loved storytime, so i plopped my little brown butt right there on the grass, the beauty and interesting-ness of the circle-thingy all but forgotten in my mind. This was far more interesting. @[Cheska] @[Tempe]  |
