08-24-2004, 02:09 AM
As Matthias and Tatyana spoke the horses steadily became uneasy in their paddock, as if something had spooked them. Though not terrified something most peculiar was going on with the mounts, and Strà cair had lifted his head in interest his ears perked as if hearing noises that those near the campfire could not.
âCreature? I am a trickster fairy!â The blue eyes grew large with indignation, âYou mortals do not heed folklore well.â She informed them taking a seat and eyeing the wolf warily, âAnd if you insist upon something to call me I prefer Romidia.â The fairy finished tersely.
- Theore
âCreature? I am a trickster fairy!â The blue eyes grew large with indignation, âYou mortals do not heed folklore well.â She informed them taking a seat and eyeing the wolf warily, âAnd if you insist upon something to call me I prefer Romidia.â The fairy finished tersely.
- Theore