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12-24-2015, 05:11 PM
Fight the darkness, It lives inside your heart, It's not your fault my dear son, It is simply your past. The soft jingling of the bells called to Mesec and Lucius as they wandered. After hearing it, they could see other bodies move toward the sound and they did the same. The Thistle Meadow was no longer dressed in the browns and reds of autumn but instead the trees jingled with small bells and a dusting of snow touched upon the ground. It was beautiful, the matching pair of silver eyes of the demigod and his companion warm with smiles at the sight. Well, for Lucius it got just about as warm as he dared - he felt a little suspicious of this strange phenomenon but recognized how calm Mesec was and decided the strange creature they were approaching couldn’t be that much of a threat. This wasn’t likely to be another one of the god fights that had sprung up across Helovia in the last year. Besides, there were others already gathered. Familiar faces - Mesec smiled at them all, the soft music and beauty of the day lulling him into serenity. He felt relaxed, enjoying the happiness and thinking it would be a good way to spend his time to stand in reverence of the turtle and the gift of the tree he brought, as temporary as it was likely to be. Lucius flew ahead and swooped near the giant tree, grazing one of his wingtips against the twinkling ice there before looping back to join Mesec who had settled somewhere near Mauja - a soft nicker of greeting given to the spotted stallion with an accompanying smile before he turned in the same direction as the rest - to take it all in and let the peace of the moment wash over him. Mesec
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