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Revelation of a simple TruthEarly Winter, Year 751 of the New AgeRevelation of a simple Truth by Ettid
Silverthorne, Near Skylake
Why did it have to be so hard? Everyone else seemed to have such an easy time coaching forward their flames, but she just couldn’t. Sparks would fly and a flame might flicker, but it was nothing worth mentioning and there had actually been a good deal of wound rubbing by other trainees. Especially one hind had been after her, continuously tossing her to the ground verbally until that one time when Sila had stood up for her. It wasn’t because she couldn’t do it herself, nor because she didn’t want… it just… when it came down to really doing it, really talking back to them, she just couldn’t master her words.
The snow gave a soft crunching sound under her light cloven, hooves. Once more she was spending the winter near the Skylake. She still did not understand why, but she felt pretty sure it had something to do with certain plants only growing here during the win
BeginningsLate Spring, Year 748 of the New AgeBeginnings by Ettid
Silverthorne, The Silverwood
The sun had only just peeked over the horizon, as the young, long-legged fawnling staggered off in the dense forest that made up the Silverwood. Around her the mist danced, making the forest seem alive, while drops of dew made the forest twinkle in the early hours of the new day. It might have seemed like an odd place, an odd time, to find a lone fawn in the forest, but alone was exactly what the little, greyish golden fawn was. Continuing her journey with a wobbly gait, she seemed to not have any idea of the danger she was in, but who could blame her? With only a weeks, not even a full moon, on this earth, how could she be expected to know what dangers lurked in the forest?
A giggle filled the forest, as Aldra jumped forward; almost squashing the frog she had aimed for. She was not of evil nature, nor had she intended to actually hurt the frog; she merely wanted to catch it, figure out what
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