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08-03-2005, 07:16 PM
Niltiac Tsegrah sighed, standing up from watching the tiny fish in the stream swimming past her feet. The bottom edges of her jeans had gotten wet, and were drippy. Her dark brown hair swayed gently in the late winter breeze, and the sleeves to her deep red sweater were stained with purple paint from her portraits she had done earlier that day.
"Nilly." A nearby voice boomed out from a cave. A tall, white, slim dragon walked out, pearly scales shimmering gently in the weak winter sun. "Is something wrong?"
"Nothing, Sir Nightshade. Just thinking about a new painting I could do," she replied, lying. The dragon's milky, blind eyes were blank, but she knew he was worried.
"Nilly, you are one of the Rain Children. The signs have never been so clear."
"What are the signs then?"
"Artistic abilities beyond imagination, quietness, thoughtfulness, selflessness. You are the quiet, yet bold one."
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION.
DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION.
THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END...
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