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Damascus
with the little i know
| The young warrior was late; so very very late, and as he fumbled over rooftops and dallied through gardens he was convinced that none should wish to speak to him ever again if he did not attend such an important meeting. "Stops!" the thunderous voice of the young man echoed upon the walls of the court as he entered, bowling past numerous Terrastellan brothers and sisters until he had battered his way to the front. "Late be I am but now here myself is being" He whispered to the stranger next to him, a palomino with bright splashes of pink. When the giant had taken his place beside a stranger, scooting himself infront of a great deal of smaller others, Damascus looekd to the unfamiliar woman and cortled once again. "Hallo, Damascus be myself". Waiting for the meeting ot begin was torturous, and it turns out he wasn't actually late apparently. There was no talking going on, no announcements, no nothing really. Instead the vigilant stag allowed his attention slip from the Lady Rannveig to the gathered crowd, looking amongst his brothers and sisters for someone familiar. "Maude!" He cooed over the heads of many, a great grin betwixt his ears and nose when he sighted the young woman who made his heart thump at one million beats per second. |
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