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This place had put her into another magical coma (it’s the only way I can describe my absence…sorry!) and when she awoke, she was still here, in this land. Her button eyes were wide, rimmed with fear and uncertainty, and she called out, desperately searching for Pan and Flora. They were the only ones she knew here, and she was terrified that something had happened to them, just like it happened to…him. She was frantic, long legs churning up the terrain behind her, throwing pebbles and little dirt clods as she ran headlong through the herd’s land, calling out desperately to find her friends. Certainly they were ok…they had to be. She had already lost one friend, and she would never forgive herself for it…she couldn’t bear to lose anyone else. Her sides were heaving, dripping with sweat when she finally stopped, feeling defeated. Her head was low, trying to force as much oxygen into her lungs as possible. She raised her head up and called out again, echoing through the nearby hills and valleys, around the trees and rocks. If Pan and Flora were nearby, they would hear her, and certainly they would come. ”Pan? Flora? Where are you?” She couldn’t hide the emotion in her voice as it wavered. And so, the silver girl stood, fur glistening in the sunlight, button eyes searching desperately for her two friends, praying against all fears that she hadn’t lost anyone else. The silver girl stood tall and proud, sides still heaving, appearing every bit a child, even though she was a grown three year old. ”Speech” |
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@Pan
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