Rainforest Cliffs
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Hearth
I am not spoken to directly but I learn from what I hear and see and the tale that spins before me is a troubling one. The details are given in the contorted expressions of anger, whispered in the hushed tones of distrust and shouted in open hatred. This things hung so heavily in the air I was certainly I could have tasted it were it only a flavor and what a bitter thing to swallow. Kisamoa responded in kind and I glimpsed for myself what he was and divined his mercurial nature. I liked it not. I found against myself my body bulking at the teeth that should not have been there and were, impossibly so. At once I pitied the Helvoians, the true kind, for losing their land to this figure and I spied that even among this crowd allegiance to that land had not died with it. Dissent was seething and plots were gathering I had no doubt, in particular among the two up front of the white winged one and the stout stallion that the Shifting One took notice of himself. I couldn't help but yield my own attention but I hardly agreed with their out cries. I preyed they learned to adapt and move on lest the world take them. The Beast was not playing. When he finally left the words hung in my head.Live.Learn.Explore. This I most certainly would. "Talk." Warm glows at night to keep away all fright |
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