The cats mewed and scattered in protest as several pebbles landed amidst them.
The Wight turned and none too soon, for a pebble passed, well, not exactly right through him, but close enough had the aim been more meanly meant.
Get out with you, Wight, laughed Bethberry in the sunlight. Be off to your barrow and leave off my guests. By sun and by song, by reed and by wood, all have safe passage in this Forest 'till night.
She stood with the wind tangling her hair, and with hey now! hoy now! floating through the air.
[ September 30, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]
[ October 01, 2002: Message edited by: Elenna ]
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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