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05-21-2016, 10:54 PM
don't get lost in my lyrics you won't find your way out Aisling grinned a the riddle-making salmon when she proclaimed the correct answer. It might have been a little silly, but the faerie was a great lover of games and the sillier the better, and even if guessing the correct answer hand been no true test of brainpower the little thrll of the small victory was utterly delightful. This will be a story to tell the little one.. she though, already imagining a funny little song about a fish and its guessing games. She’d always been a storyteller, but there was something about the idea of telling stories to her own child that made Aisling’s heart trip on the borders of sublime contentment. All the old tales my mother told me, and a few of my own adventures thrown in too…What could be better than that? Thinking dreamily of motherhood, the white pony glanced down at the egg again, wondering if having a companion was anything like having a child. She supposed it must be, at least at the start; caring for a growing creature, introducing it to the world, but all the companions and horses she had yet met seemed more like friends, partners than a parent and child. Maybe soon Aisling would learn more of both in the coming weeks. The mother salmon began on another round of her guessing game, and wanting to focus fully not the fun, Aisling plopped herself down in to ernestly devote herself to the fun. IT was a little ungainly, it truth be told, for her belly was already a bit rounder than she was used to but she managed in the end and listened carefully to the options. Like before, she let the others gathered answer first, looking at each as they picked an option. She though it was quite a home that though some participated they did not seem to think the diversion any fun. “I’ll pick ‘c’, this time!” She said to the fish when it seemed her turn to speak, and bobbed her head for emphasis. Aisling found this actually quite fun, now that she had settled down off her feet, and hoped there might be several rounds to come. Aisling chooses option C ”.” Seeking: Dragon | Common (green) | Fire Breath Wishlist: Here Prior Refusals: One |
[now come the days of the dreamer and they are filled with wonder and light ]
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