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Not long ago Ryan found little Forte and decided to raise him as a terrible sickness, something similar to Pneumonia, strikes him. Forte and Ryan were discovered by the nightelfish priest Irisan and his foster son Dendris, a druid-healer in apprenticeship.
*These All of these segments are rather raw still, and this is like BETA-reading - I do not know which ones I am going to use for the comic and the written version once I finished the 100 Themes challenge.
*Just talked to Sanpa about it, I'm sick of plainly 'correct' translating. It transfers the sense of the writing, but not its emotions. So, to my bi-lingual readers, th
Memories."That scent..." The blood elves nostrils flared as his head turned to the side, sniffing at the air in hopes his nose will guide him to the source of the aroma as he carefully pushes his "human" friend gently to the side, "I recognise that scent, Nathyn."
"Of course you would, Sunbane. Those are peacebloom, a common plant that you mortals like to use in common professions." The human's deep voice softly echoed through the silent trees as he pursued the dark haired elf.
"I know what peacebloom's are, Nathyn. I just, I haven't seen one in so long." The blind elf huffed and stopped in his tracks, lowering his head and sniffing again, ears twit
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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