Dawnlark Plains i'm walking on the road like i'm alive

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If she had bore the thoughts her sister shared about the druggie, she would actually exert her contents, sidelong of their current path. Though, the company of the two kept whatever warmth that flickered weakly like candlelight alive, pluming the leaves of the vine. She was still irked by the Court's banishing of them, as she liked to dub it. Her eyes, that glimmered not unlike those of the luminous period, sketched the the plains, still feeling missing, off put;

lost.

She had the mind to never mention such things to her Deidre, especially Fionn (who was high on poppy seeds) who she disapproved of slightly, but could not condemn him for committing his body to aid Deidre due to their excursion from the motherland. They could never understand the inner turmoil that reacked her mind and senses, not be wanted yb your ow family to make way for some babes and lone barbarians. Maybe their home, but not hers any more, she would slightly hate the Faerie Court, her ménage, for casting them and making them waifs. Her mind let the words of Fionn slip in into her own (practical and not boy admiring) daydream.

❝Aren't ye going to ask me the same, Finny boy?❞ she snorted with a half hearted contempt.