Pablo walked out of his house and stretched. It was a small shack, but he adored it the moment he laid eyes on it. He grabbed his guitar, which was leaning against the side of the house, and skipped to the riverside. What sort of melody should he play? One with soft undertones, or an excited and quick one? He looked across the river for inspiration.
The sun beat down on Kira as she pressed her hedgeclippers together with all her might. "C'mon, you dumb branch!" she growled between gritted teeth, face red and palms sweating. After a moment, she gave up with a sigh, letting the tool drop to the ground, where Squirt j
"All set!" Kira cheered to herself, securing her backpack on her shoulders and tightening the straps. Today, she and Cherie had planned an outing to Snowfall Inlet. It was a place Kira normally wouldn't explore alone, considering how cold the island could be (and how preparation wasn't her strong suit), but, because Cherie was coming with her, she would finally get to try it out!
Gleefully, she started walking to the docks, where the ferry would be waiting.
Cherie was waiting at the ferry for her, backpack of her own slung across her shouldres. "Hey Kira! Did you bring your gear?" she asked, walking over to check her
"Well, this is it," Kira said, placing her hands on her hips as she stared into the darkness underneath the waterfall. She grinned as she unclipped the flashlight from her belt loop and clicked it a few times, excitement spilling over.
She had been told there was a system of caves behind the waterfall underneath her house, but she hadn't imagined that they'd be this close! Or this big! Excitedly, she poked around on the outer edge of the caves, not quite ready to set foot in and break the magic.
It had been awhile since Max had last been in the caves. With warmer weather finally peeking through and the ice and snow o
They must think me mad. --Mad like the hatter or the hare-- To risk, life and limb, in battles of skill and strength against those I would once have called, friend. For nothing more than a year of unlasting glory.
Though I plead to you! Listen, listen to my tale of a worried woes, the weight of my heart only grows. The thought was fleeting, fleeting across my merry mind. A single notion, to prove my noble honor to both the peasants and the prince. 'Twas ink upon the page, a single signature upon parchment new and fresh, that found my fate resting amongst these ancient bones.
The bones, marked with stone amongst the willowy branches who are