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The past many days had been so very painful. The tears that streamed from her apple eyes were as rapid and numerous as the beats of her heart, and just as endless. Sometimes, she was distracted by the bright faces of the strangers around her and by the lovely interior of the Manor. She still cried. The wails of the first hours had softened into whimpers, until the tearful child wandered the manor in silence.
Her mother was gone forever. The gentle woman who had kept her alive, made her smile and feel loved would never appear, no matter how earnestly she wished or how loudly she called for her. But the shock was beginning to ebb, just as her skin healed and the sharp angles of her frame disappeared. Her fur was silky and she was plump and round as a puppy should be. There was a glow in her eyes that had not been there before. Though she had lost her mother, she had gained her health. Under her mother's care, she had been neither strong nor healthy.
The big white wolf, who had been talking to her for a long time, went into the house with a smile and a suggestion. He had assured her of things about her mother that she could not possibly grasp, but the confidence in his tone had long ago stopped the flow of her tears. She stared across the plane of snow and felt the first surge of energy since the pretty silver lady had found her out there. Getting to her feet, Blaise huffed and barreled off the porch at full speed, into a cold soft cloud. Giggles and snow erupted from where she landed. Go play.
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blaise
sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you
The past many days had been so very painful. The tears that streamed from her apple eyes were as rapid and numerous as the beats of her heart, and just as endless. Sometimes, she was distracted by the bright faces of the strangers around her and by the lovely interior of the Manor. She still cried. The wails of the first hours had softened into whimpers, until the tearful child wandered the manor in silence.
Her mother was gone forever. The gentle woman who had kept her alive, made her smile and feel loved would never appear, no matter how earnestly she wished or how loudly she called for her. But the shock was beginning to ebb, just as her skin healed and the sharp angles of her frame disappeared. Her fur was silky and she was plump and round as a puppy should be. There was a glow in her eyes that had not been there before. Though she had lost her mother, she had gained her health. Under her mother's care, she had been neither strong nor healthy.
The big white wolf, who had been talking to her for a long time, went into the house with a smile and a suggestion. He had assured her of things about her mother that she could not possibly grasp, but the confidence in his tone had long ago stopped the flow of her tears. She stared across the plane of snow and felt the first surge of energy since the pretty silver lady had found her out there. Getting to her feet, Blaise huffed and barreled off the porch at full speed, into a cold soft cloud. Giggles and snow erupted from where she landed. Go play.
ghosts are now waiting for you, are you dreaming?
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