Lyra pouted in confusion. What on Middle Earth was Rytien talking about? She sighed. If only Durelin would check her PMs, if she hasn't already...
Her face brightened. I want to join in letter writing! she thought.
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Dear Rytien and Anuion,
Stop the letter writing subplot, or I'll scream and scream until I'm sick!
Love, Lyra.
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She read over what she had written, and realised it sounded like a 5 year old. If that wasn't insulting to 5 year olds. So she tore it up. Perhaps I'll try semaphore? Waving her arms around got no response. Damn..........
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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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