Arrow Lake If you see something, say nothing and drink to forget
wearing my dream like a diadem in some better land.
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And she took the initiative right as her son began to hasten for the green warmth of the thicket; with a plastery shiver of her pelt, Aurëwen easily positioned herself to hover over Drago as he hurried back. Her goose-waddle accommodated for the blackberry’s baby strides as she took the brunt of the snowy downpour the whole way. Eventually, she gave Drago’s bum an encouraging nudge before she shook herself and followed.

It would be some time before their coats dried completely, but several more shakes would see to that much sooner rather than later. Wearied but gladdened, Aurëwen settled down near Isilmë once more, and looked to see how the pale babe’s brother was faring. ”Drag—“ she began, but a pitching yawn turned her bleary eyes to crescents. She couldn’t locate his whereabouts for the few heartbeats she scrunched her snout through.