Holly finished her rough sketch and replaced the drawing pad within her vest. She would work on the finer detail later. Picking up her cup and plate, she sluiced them off with a little water, wiping them down with a tuft of grass.
Bird was grooming Peri, and she ambled toward them. The strokes of the currying matched the rhythm of the song sung by Bird.
'That is a rather gruesome song for such a bright and promising morning!' she said to the singer.
Peri nickered, as if in agreement. Holly sang the next verse back to Bird, over the pony's back.
Light off, light on, thy milkwhite steed;
Deliver it up unto me;
For six pretty maidens I have drown'd here,
And thou the seventh shall be.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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