

Guardian of HopeThalent shifted his weight, and drops of rain fell from his wings. The fire atop the staff in Sylias right hand hissed and sputtered in the brief shower and Sylia giggled involuntarily. She bit her lip in consternation and glanced up past her hair to Thalents scaled head. She could almost hear his voice, a mixture of admonishment and amusement at her utter failure to ever be entirely serious. Here she was, about to present herself to her home after so many years, returning from death, in effect, and she was giggling like a little girl.Guardian of Hope
Then again, maybe the smile would help alleviate the fear her people were pro


Chiastic Crying Tears want no memory of past sorrows. it's sad, now I've forgotten how to cryChiastic Crying
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