The Smiths Tale (IC)  

Posted by Eacen Taurus in , , ,

For many years we have got by without the winter snows Slowing her. But this year the snows Piled deep over the land the rivers are frozen hard enough that we have had to cut though the ice in the harbour to allow the Merfolk access to the surface and she fell asleep.

Into a sleep that we could not awaken her from. So I sent my son with her supine form to find warmer shores where she can winter with out harm. I miss her. I miss her so much and i know Neria Does. But we survive. That is all we can do in these circumstances.

I certainl;y hope my Plum come home soon.

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Corinda Taurus  

(( That is one hell of a test post. Will be deleting this comment))

January 17, 2010 at 10:24 PM
Corinda Taurus  
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January 17, 2010 at 10:25 PM
Eacen Taurus  

From NEria

Neria searches the house once more calling out for her Mummy. Though her Poppa has said time and again that she has gone with her brother for the coldest of the winter days. With keen eyes she examines the Christmas tree still standing in their home. .. wondering if perhaps by chance her Mommy is there, resting quietly, until the spring. Though she sees no resemblance in the pine standing in her living room, she takes her blankie and cuddles beneath it. As she falls into her fitful sleep she dreams of warm winds, green grasses, and budding blossoms that will be the sure sign of her mother's return.

January 17, 2010 at 10:34 PM

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