How are you, darling? Love your dress. Mwah mwah" said Lyra, going for the 'Hollywood actress' style.
"Are you enjoying yourself? Had any interesting dance partners?" she asked, with a smile, grabbing a glass of punch from a server who just happened to be walking past. She sniffed it. Hmmm...smells like alcohol. Oh well! she thought, taking a gulp.
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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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