07-31-2017, 11:45 AM
SO MUCH BRAVER THAN OUR PRESENT LIFE
A GOLDEN FACTORY OF LIGHT
Or did he see her as a rival because of her impressive pedigree? It was then that the boom and thwack of someone large and powerful came into his ears, tearing Tilney from eavesdropping further on the stranger's thoughts. Distracted, but somehow still glad to see him, Tilney gave a nod to Volterra. This was the man that had drew Aelfwine from her home in the Edge, caused her to break from the family like the dead limb of a tree. Aelfwine's words did him justice and more it would seem, for Tilney could not understand why she felt this behemoth was worth gambling away the affection of those who held her most dear. On the matter at hand, though, Tilney began to slink away from Otem's opposite side where he had taken a protective stance before the bald-faced brute had approached. Her father was here and he was no longer needed. Disposing of himself far from the bellowing boom of Volterra's snarls, Tilney sought to distance himself from the quarrel. In no time at all the chestnut bloke came upon a familiar face, one he was more than glad to see. Erthë. Forever it was this knobbly kneed darling who would remind him of nothing else but the edge and the ice under her skin. Perhaps he even missed her, but truly he was overjoyed when he did catch sight of her - and gods, how she had grown. "Erthë" he came to nicker, easily recalling the night he and Ultima had swept her from death's doorstep. AND YOU'LL LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO CATCH ITS BEAMS
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