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Guide the voices of kings Children of bark They will tighten their strings Soon enough Finn was at her side, his smile and size making her feel less alone in the midst of all these big folk. It was a comfort, in all the rising confusion to have a friend along for the journey. “I suppose he must be a God, just look at the size of the ship he has built…” Her voice was a hum of excitement, not quite grasping the danger that presented itself. At the God’s command, pairs were breaking off to run or fly across Helovia. This was the start of something big, stories and songs would be written about the great flood, it there really was going to be one, and the lass was already imagining the glory of them in her mind. Swept up in the thrill of adventure, Aisling tuned to her golden friend with a smile “We had better be moving then, and warn those we can.” Not losing her dancing step even in her haste, the lass picked up her feet and ran as fast as she could, counting on Finn to follow. Even with all her haste, it seemed that her shorter legs kept her behind the tide of news. So far everyone had seemed to have been warned, and the white lass felt a twinge of disappointment that she wasn’t being very helpful. There was a bellow in the distance, a stag’s call, and she turned to Finn “Is that Kvothe? Do you think he knows?” When she arrived at the stone monument and found a small group assembled there, she stopped to catch her breath. Immediately, she looked back for Finn, and only when she caught his reassuring gaze did she turn to the others “Will you folks be knowing of the boat already, then?” "talk talk talk" Notes: S.S. Finsling |
Table by Tribs - Whit's tables were an inspiration
[now come the days of the dreamer and they are filled with wonder and light ]
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