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I had left a hours ago - well only temporarily so to say and for once I didn’t do it by my own accord – as I observed horses, streams of all kinds make their way up the rocky path. I had watched from a comfortable distance until I could not bear the anticipation, following the masses while reeling in every word that was exchanged of this unusual behavior. The wonder that had been accomplished outside the comfortable borders of the Falls clung to every muttered breath, tension hanging over them like the anticipation of Christmas on a child’s shoulders. The massive, celestial wood-twined edifices were the first to greet my sight as the masses stopped, chatting between themselves, but the wonder of it all disappears in words. "I shall make this world beautiful again, pair off and perform these final tasks for me so that everyone shall be safe during the coming rains." Boats, coming rains? Was he utterly mad? A quick glance in every direction swells my displeasure as people begin to pair up. Well I’m not staying for the drowning part, that’s for sure. My eyes snap at a nearby stallion trumpeting his challenge. “Hey, flame face let’s get to it.” Panzram and Talion! |
