Oh, good!
Amyn turned slightly to see who was following her. It was like playing a game of peek-bo, not wanting him to see she was looking. She turned a different way and whistled slightly. A big purple something flashed in the corner of her eye. It seemed to be a wisp of cloud, yet moving far too fast. What could it be? And then, Amyn realised...
"Get down, now!" she barked. The company ignored her. Amyn yelled out in exasperation and flung herself to the ground. They'd be sorry they didn't do the same.
I'm not sure what it is but it's dangerous.
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If nature made you a giver, you are born with your hands and heart open, and though your hands may sometimes be empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that.
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