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10-31-2016, 04:01 PM
I'm like a prayer you whisper from your window to the world
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Gatherings were all the rage this season. Erthë couldn't say she objected, it was eventful and interesting and kept her blood churning. Even better, with everything that was going on her own problems seemed smaller and far more trivial, and this suited her perfectly.
Intrigue brought her in where the crowd had brought her to pause along her way, the curious black sheep bringing her as much fright as delight - which perhaps was the purpose. Though perhaps somewhat tardy in her arrival, she caught the gist of the game - ah, games, you had to love the sense of mischief the spirits of Helovia possessed - and didn't have to think long before she called out her own choice.
"Play a TRICK on me!" It was sure to be more fun, treats she had a plenty, any more and she would soon be rendered unable to walk beneath the weight of it all.
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Erthë wants a TRICK! :D
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