| Magic in the mist, the rose, the nightAugust 31 2001 at 5:43 PM | Rose magic (no login) | |
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I'm home from visiting Rhea and all her gang at the bower. Thorn follows me around, even if I've told him not to. Oh boy, baby brothers. . . they'll do that.
Baby dragon brothers.
Stop draggin my heart around... I'd better go play that Tom Petty song--
But Wren stands here in the hall, glancing at me and looking up--
A piece of confetti hits me in the cheek. Rainbow balloons float around and I see, hey! I see our ghost up there! Isn't that him?
Solstice swoops down all of a sudden.
"Hello, luvly," I greet, extending my arm for her to land on.
"Hello, Rosie!" she sings.
I blink at her. "Did you just speak?"
Her wings flutter and she lands on my outstretched hand and I see tears waterflow from her great golden orbs. Where they hit my hand, the tears feel like clear crystals and gold gems rather than saltwater, and I hear the chink of jewels hitting the stones of the great hall where owl tears fall. I take her into my hands, stroking her quivering little body.
"What happened?"
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