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05-13-2014, 09:57 PM
| Gitan |
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Gitan had something very important to discuss, something he had to get off his chest. News that Symphony?s parents had arrived in Ludicael had reached him and ever since the idea had been bouncing about in his mind. His darling Symphony had finally returned and there was no time like the present. Still he had been unable to track them down, and was at a distinct disadvantage, Gitan had no idea who he was really looking for. Sighing he sank deeper into the warm waters of the spring. He was farther from the main packlands, there were fewer dens out here but he found soaking in the pools allowed his mind to organize itself better. His past self might have laughed at what he was seeking to do, but then he had changed much from his past self. He had fought in a senseless war, had fallen in love and had children; all things he had never imagined he might one day do. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |