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Among the rotunda pillars Tilney stood, admiring the brook as he prepared cuttings to bring back to the greenhouse. He simply adored his job despite how terrifying it could be at times - mind crossing to Erthë, he wondered how she was today after her horriffic ordeal. A time would be made to speak to her about what on earth she had gotten herself in to. If it had been maude to land in a bundled bloody heap among the meadow grass he would scold her for weeks. It was only then that he wondered where on earth her parents were? Why did he always see the icy child alone? Helovians! I call to you again, It was Kisamoa! Tilney would recognise that voice anywhere from now on, it was a most extraordinary song of a thing. Dropping his cuttings, Tilney leapt from the ancient structure and made his way as quickly as possible to the coast. It didn't take too long before his hooves touched downon the sand and he arrived alone before the sea beast. Crown high and chest full of confidence the bronze boy strode right up to the creature, his feet just falling into the waves. "Greetings Kis!" he cheered "Need a helping hand?" He could recall that Kisamoa needed help, Father Earth needed help. He would do his very best to aid them however he could. He suspected it had something to do with that dreadful, infected land. Surely a healer coudl prove useful? Mother Moons power was great, that was for sure. She was a force to be reckoned with, and tilney hoped the patron deity of his homeland might also help her brother. |
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Wander or Leave
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