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12-29-2016, 01:04 AM
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It would be tremendously unlike the flaxen physician to let Arah out of his sight so soon after her return home to the Edge. Only weeks ago those pieces of porcelaine laid shattered in the highest peak of Helovia, A victim of the weather and gods neglect (among many other unfortunate circumstances).
It was only when the lantern man had stopped to investigate a strange moss - one he intended to render a sample of to study once returned to the greenhouse - that he let the white one wind through the trees without his company or protection. The elf allowed her to go only because it was owed to her. Freedom - She had had it dangled in front of her for so long. First had come the restrictions of pregnancy, and now her trial in the fields. Without the snake-tongued man's intervention, she would have surely perished. The light-laden one could think of no explanation for why fate dealt her these cuts and blows. Chained by curses, old magic perhaps... Tilney was almost certain. Arah was a woman flogged by bad luck, no matter how much he protected her anyhow. A man easily entranced by nature - any who knew Tilney would say that about him. He had caught himself gazing endlessly at the skeleton of a fir. How sad the flaxen one might be thinking as he admired the curls in its bark and the places where termites had eaten and chipped at it's heart. Though, as distracted as he was, there was nothing preventing his sharp ears from flicking towards the sound of hot voices. The patriarchs cranium turned, nose pointed between the conifers at where he had last seen his mated partner. "Arah?" the stallion called with concern, his feet instinctually retracing his own footfalls and then those of his love. His pace became faster as he neared and more urgent with each word that was spoken. we backed each other to the hilt
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Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
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