the story teller page 2
A untraditional kobolt awaits with bright tanned fur and a rob, not earth toned like the ones Corn and her children dawn but one like thoughts in the old times with the colors of the town flag about them, vibrant red commanding attention is her color with a golden inner lining. This kobolt stands slightly hunched forward and has no fur on her tail or hands like Corn and atop her noise sits two bits of crystal held together by a needle and string. “I see you Kari, face me if you dare.” she whispers to the trees and the black birds fluttering form atop them. Passing from darkness into light Corn and her family cross in unseen wall that seems to eminent form within the powerful and beautiful Weaver, The birds are turn away.
Corn cannot understand what has transpired, only that she and her children were offered salvation. Upon catching her breath Corn raises herself from the prism of blossoms and falls into the loving arms of Jessica the Weaver. To spite ten sessions apart she intently recognizes the face of the heroic storyteller. Corn dares not speak a word, Jessica instead offers greeting “you are weary darling, please come inside” the motherly Weaver cradles the young mouse-mother wrapping her cloak about her and leading the lot into a modest hut.
Corn cannot understand what has transpired, only that she and her children were offered salvation. Upon catching her breath Corn raises herself from the prism of blossoms and falls into the loving arms of Jessica the Weaver. To spite ten sessions apart she intently recognizes the face of the heroic storyteller. Corn dares not speak a word, Jessica instead offers greeting “you are weary darling, please come inside” the motherly Weaver cradles the young mouse-mother wrapping her cloak about her and leading the lot into a modest hut.
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