"Are ye thinking of the climb or something else lass? Besides, electric lights were not invented for another eight-hundred years when this passage-way was built by the original Selkie clan."
"Well, we’ve had the benefit of electricity for two-hundred years now, it's about time you guys get an upgrade for the bat cave or should I say the Selkie cave? Other than electric lights how about some of those battery operated headlamp thingy's?" "If we had human's visiting my parent's home often we probably would’ve put a light up, but as I said few humans ever come to my parents’ home by way of the hidden cave entrance." "I hope Gunnar appreciates what I am willing to do to help you retrieve him from this desolate area of
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With a welcome smile on her gorgeous face stood Duncan's younger sister Ceana. She reached over and gave her brother a warm embrace and a kiss on his cheek.
As Duncan hugged his sister Ceana, he caught a flash of blond enter the room, as a huge Golden Retriever bounded into the room and raced over greet Duncan and planted himself in front of the siblings. Thump, thump, thump his tail beat an ecstatic tune against the floor expressing his pleasure with the arrival of the guests. All the while making a deep happy sound in the back of his throat to show his joy and impatience’s with his need to be acknowledged as a four-legged family member.
“Adaira, this blond beast is Gunnar, as ye can see he loves having guests visit his home. I think he is sure were all here to give him love and attention. And like the saps, we are that is just what we do. It’s easy to fall under his magic spell.”
“Gunnar, you’re so handsome, I love his beautiful face and those soft brown eyes are so expressive,” Adair said.
"See what I mean, Gunnar has a new convert under his spell in mere seconds." Laughter burst out of Duncan as he reached down to ruffle the Golden's neck scruff. "I thought ye must of fallen to yer death or age must have slowed yer step, ye took forever to reach the top," she said and laughed at the look on his face. "Sorry it’s my fault it took so long, that's all on me," said Adaira. "Ceana, I'd like you to
Gwaine laughed. "From me! I had them specially made, four of them. Remember on your first day of training as a knight all those years ago, when I knocked you out and you babbled nonsense about a fluffy pink blanket when you woke? Now you and your girls have four of them to enjoy!"
“We don’t need to talk about how I got it, we could just say, it took a great deal of my time.” Garen chuckled at that, I just assumed it was a joke.
Hinton, an amiable tobacco planter in Virginia, inspected the mill infrequently and trusted him to make an honest trade. There was no way to forecast when loggers would arrive, depending on the weather and the wind and water currents so Matthew remained available year-round. He was tall, burley with bushy, red hair, and freckles that almost connected into a solidly tan face. People never forgot him because his freckles were such an assortment of colors, red, brown, tan, beige, pink, auburn, rust, black, and orange. He entertained visitors with stories of animals and men fighting themselves and each other along with spine-tingling stories about ghosts and Indians that intimidated the settlers. If they were true, it did not matter.
“We are from the village of Lorwald. You slayed €l-βḝlgrὃnd and freed us; rest and sleep.”
"I should have seen this coming. I don't understand why my visions are blocked." Alice said.
"Where all did, you, Ms. Rose, and young Blake go during the full moon a few nights ago?" I ask.
“That's the thing. I'm supposed to find a prophecy finder. They say the prophecy finder is a snow elf, and I'm sure that I found one today.” She looked at Wolf openly. Wolf raised an
“Well then I hope she looks just like you.” He said and wrapped his arms around. Leaning down he kissed Esmeralda soundly, before giving a whoop of joy.
Bart huffed. “I need some catnip. Open your eyes. Look at his chest. He has the seal of the protective dragon. He’s immune to your spells. The buffoon is really in love with you. And he’s trying to get in your panties.”
A veil of dark hair fell, shadowing the hunter’s eyes. “Uh-huh, don’t you dare. Don’t think, for one second, that I’m at fault here. Blackhearts, both of you,” Azhair yelled at the squires, “Only a certain class of person enjoys profiting from an Angel’s naive nature.”
“Okay well hopefully he will stay out of this or get back over here before a crowd appears.”
“Thanks, I was on a journey to find the Dragon, which I’m assuming you are also, because no one just stumbles across these woods, when I fell into this trap that it probably set up to stop people from following him..” he said, “also, my name is John.”
“What is it, Guinevere?” asked Arthur, gently tugging up her shift. “How can I put you at ease?” Little did Guinevere know Arthur was a jumble of nerves himself. He settled himself between her knees and waited for her answer before he did anything else.
“Who dares to disturb the masterful Erik at work?” glowered the skeleton as he drew himself up to his full height. He reached subconsciously
“Is the moon the only light you have?” He peered over the short wall, trying to get a glimpse of the other side.