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12-24-2015, 11:50 PM
OOC: Murry Christmas! || word count: 252-ish The prince wandered from the World’s Edge, the place where he’d been born and yet could not yet call home again. He’d stalled there for a time, that was certain, but he’d yet to be accepted by his own mother and her supposed friends. Somehow that left a sickening taste on his tongue- especially after Sariel had been reported missing. How his heart had broken when those words had passed his mother’s very lips. It was the sound of bells that turned him away from the land and the sea and all the childhood memories he harbored. It was the joy in those tinkling chords that made him want to find such joyful noise. At first, the little prince was uncertain about whether or not he could trust such a notion, but found that his curiosity had been piqued. Instead of waiting any longer to debate whether or not he would answer the soft tunes, he went careening toward the meadow with little to no worry or doubt. However, what he found there was beyond imagining. Beneath a large tree, there sat a giant tortoise. The tree itself was encased in ice and snow, and it looked as though the turtle had crafted a bridge to connect the divide between them. Slowly, the colt moved closer, his eyes wide and full of mischief. “What is this?” he asked at first. Yet, when he looked around at the bells and listened to their ringing, he smiled. “It’s beautiful… thank you for such happiness.” Uriel & Sariel Take my hand, show me the way, we are the children that fell from grace |
