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reflections for the lost15. The SparrowI must write quickly before my ink runs dry. I will have to purchase more. yet I waste in considering my shortage! Today I swooped like the sparrow, darting into a deep well, where golden armored legs (to match a golden head, torso, and arms) were sequestered and guarded by the not dead. Whilst my companions fought a holding battle, I tucked my wings around me and dove, spinning at last and flaring my wings out to brake my momentum. I snatched the legs close to me and leaped up into the air, whilst the ghastly not dead swung it's rotting arms towards me, I leap into the air like a Morning Lark and climbed out of the well, the mouth of the furious darkness, with the last bit of our unfortunately dismembered assistant. I shall borrow some ink from Rihana to finish my tale this evening, Light and Il‰h willing. Surely I have redeemed myself to my companions.Previous Entry Next Entry |