WinterMist's Journals
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Randomalities
General
| By William Cruithni
If you be born of a seed,
then listen now and take heed!
Theres an elf around here
that all plants should fear!
She... |
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Incursions into the Imagination
General
| (Exercise from the The Writers' Bothy)
I don't know why I remember seeing a winged colt when I was very young. We, me and an older cousin, I could ... |
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page - Toad)
Current Happenings:
He gave me a toad!
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He's so sweet! *S*
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Baine releases me into Sean’s arms and he tells me
that we’re going home. His home. Nion is dead.
Hadaig is dead. All for what gain? We didn’t leave
with coin, jewelry, horses, leather or even grain!
Baine has gotten Keu’s arm slung tightly to his
chest. Healers always seem to be able to put aside
their own feelings, when others need tending. Sean
strips a length off his cloak to tighten on my
wound. I nearly pass out with the blood loss and
pain that causes. Where is Lasair I ask as we are
all mounted and leaving the ravens to their grisly
meal. No one answers and I must have not spoken
aloud. Toad chirps from somewhere on Sean. I want
to weep and wail for the lost lives. Instead my
eyes close for the ride home...
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