![]() profile notes guests older host Climbing up on Solsbury Hill I could see the city lights Wind was blowing, time stood still Eagle flew out of the night He was something to observe Came in close; I heard a voice Standing, stretching every nerve I had to listen; had no choice I did not believe the information Just had to trust imagination My heart going boom boom boom - peter gabriel >>the players: Enid:not your ordinary princess. Axel: fairy/changling Duncan:new acquaintence Xander:not a forgotten lover. Brother: to Enid. >friends readers book 1 book 2 70 I've found shelter since the forest, thanks to Xander. He's much more than I expected. Those monk outfits leave little to accessories with. His hands are so beautiful though. I'm glad he had the key to unlock the chains. I'll be forever grateful. Only now its impossible to take my eyes off him. What does he see when he looks at me? A mere boy? I've cut my hair. Those dredlocks grew out some time ago and I feel the need to stay incognito even though he thinks its safe for me to travel home now. "And what is to become of me?" I should still be in chains. I don't feel like I hero. World has gone bad. People looking for dragons to save their souls and the keeper lived all along at the monastery disquised as a priest. Still no word of the strangers whereabouts. "There is much to tend to, by then you're hair should be at least chin length by then. You know, nothing moves very fast in these parts." We'll have to travel by foot. Doubtful I'll ever fly again. Not that I'm opposed to walking. Flying can take a lot out of one. Especially, being such a novice as I am. "I feel sure you can gain many followers on your way once you rid them of the shadow people who steal the soul and then the heart." I cringe at the thought of having to work my way home, but I can't see none better. I do miss the leather leggins. Much more comfortable than burlap, but their is wild roasted pheasant to live on and herbs and roots to gather. If only the wolf could bring back some fish from the river. All would be well.
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