Old memories
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The singing of old voices dredged from the abyss of Harold's memory the lost days of the creature's origin.
Sylvan and innocent, exploring forest and hill across the manor's primeval country.
A childhood friend, treasured above all. A life built in the embrace of the dark woods.
A family born of two worlds. "O father, my father! It is time to play!"
Sylvan and innocent, exploring forest and hill across the manor's primeval country.
A childhood friend, treasured above all. A life built in the embrace of the dark woods.
A family born of two worlds. "O father, my father! It is time to play!"
I have a bit of minor in-my-head backstory to this sequence that Lillian, as part of her stewardship duties, has been coaching Andi to encourage Amanda to read above her grade level, since she's interested in writing and stories.
OK, this is starting to creep *me* out a little. Nice suspense!
I salute a master of understatement!
This is why you do not deal with the fey, even the friendly ones. (I know they might not be, but forest creature is close enough in my book)
Humans cannot agree on ANY-Damn-Thing across the board. They cannot even agree if wiping each other off the face of the Earth is a Good thing or a bad thing. If we cannot understand each other, how much worse it will be if you have truck with aliens or the Fey. Their motivations are not like ours.
Don’t mess with the “Others”.