"Excuse me a moment" Lyra said to Niluial and Sophia. "I spy my chance to get a dance." Oooh! Rhymes. Tolkien would be proud "See you later, I hope. Have fun!"
With a laugh she ran off, skidding to a halt in front of Helkahothion.
"Helka!" she said with a grin and airkissed his cheeks. Well, he was continental!
"Please dance with me. Your lady-love isn't around, and you always make me laugh. Pity about the looks but you can't have everything." With a giggle she scampered from his half hearted attempt of a slap on her arm. "Please?"
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“Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you."
the Forbidden Link
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