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It was a cold, wet, and miserable afternoon. Ebony Smythe, 12 years old appreciated that. It meant no one else would be out. Right now there was only one other creature she thought she could bear to see. And, she didn't mind the wet in the least.
The weather hiding her tears, Ebony made it to the edge of the small offshoot of the river where her friend would be hiding. "Cama!", she cried out. "Oh, Cama, you must come!" She cried by the river for what felt like hours but was really only minutes before Cama appeared.
The old Slowbro who dwelled here was graying a bit around the muzzle. Her ears drooped. Her tail had a lazy eye. She had moss growing on her shell. "Child, what could possibly be the matter? It is cold and wet. The rivers are dangerous, and your kind gets sick in it." Cama asked Ebony taking advantage of their link.
Heedless of the wise warning, Ebony threw herself at Cama. Fortunately, the solid creature could support her weight. At this age she was still abou
If I could have Just One WishIt was a cold and lonely day in Elpis. Barely before the new year, Ebony was alone. It was both a familiar and a new feeling. Her family had never been overly celebratory, but at least they'd been there. When she was with the mercenaries there had been raucous parties, but she had never been bold enough to join for very long.
This year she was alone, and it was highlighted by all the friends she had been making lately. None of them were anything near close enough for her to request spending the holiday with them. Gloomily she made herself some hot chocolate. Even her Ducklett was nowhere to be found.
It was then she heard the crashing noise. Before she properly registered the sound the shockwave went through her house, rattling the doors. As soon as she got over the initial shock, she was in motion. Striding down to the source of the well, she found where Mr. Kalloss, a solidly built Excadrill had been digging a new well for Mrs. Potts.
Assessing the situation, she realized that while
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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