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a little snippet from the star sign Cancer
Wilton knew the area like the back of his hand. All the other
shells stood immaculate and untouched, and there was a relaxed air
as laughter rose inside them as they walked by on the way to
Illecebra. The Goylins had made the best of a bad situation and
turned a few empty shells into a happy and buzzing community.
The most gloriously tended gardens were fenced off with chainlink
gates, and extraordinarily shaped flower beds were graced with
aromatic white roses, complemented by the deep shades of
germaniums in vivid reds and variegated pinks. Over time they had
grown self-sufficient with their well-maintained vegetable patches,
where hearty white and Savoy cabbages mixed in with bottle-green
curly kale grew in abundance, all set in perfectly dug-out earthen
rows, next to which the crispiest-looking lettuces flourished. Other
gardens seemed to concentrate more on root vegetables, with a
good array of turnips and potatoes. They had their expertise down
to a fine art with their quaint spice and herb gardens, with saxifrage,
verbena and tarragon being just a few that added taste to their
home-grown delights. Their initial greed had turned around and
become overwhelming contentment.
Daz and Shai lagged behind as Wilton strode on in front with a
pace that seemed to quicken, their eyes everywhere. The realisation
of all the hard work that had gone into making the shell houses and
beautiful gardens what they were gave them a sense of pride in
these self-sufficient little beings.
They had walked for quite a while when Wilton began to
complain of aching legs. This didn’t seem to faze Daz or Shai, who
seemed to enjoy the ambience that the Goylins’ life lent them.
Their minds wandered from Eve and their unenviable journey
ahead to save her. They’d both looked around this vibrant and
workable neighbourhood earlier, yet on reflection it was only now
that they gained the foresight and knowledge to take it all in.
Eventually, they reached the village; it lay quiet, the earlier hubbub
having died down a great deal, and just a few Goylins scurried here
and there as they headed home. Visiting star signs hurriedly made
their way back to the gate. As they approached, Illecebra’s beauty
entranced Daz as much on his second visit as it had on his first,
and butterflies rushed to his stomach.
“Well here goes nothin’,” he said, and slipped apprehensively
into the shop, followed by Shai and a rather reluctant Wilton.
shells stood immaculate and untouched, and there was a relaxed air
as laughter rose inside them as they walked by on the way to
Illecebra. The Goylins had made the best of a bad situation and
turned a few empty shells into a happy and buzzing community.
The most gloriously tended gardens were fenced off with chainlink
gates, and extraordinarily shaped flower beds were graced with
aromatic white roses, complemented by the deep shades of
germaniums in vivid reds and variegated pinks. Over time they had
grown self-sufficient with their well-maintained vegetable patches,
where hearty white and Savoy cabbages mixed in with bottle-green
curly kale grew in abundance, all set in perfectly dug-out earthen
rows, next to which the crispiest-looking lettuces flourished. Other
gardens seemed to concentrate more on root vegetables, with a
good array of turnips and potatoes. They had their expertise down
to a fine art with their quaint spice and herb gardens, with saxifrage,
verbena and tarragon being just a few that added taste to their
home-grown delights. Their initial greed had turned around and
become overwhelming contentment.
Daz and Shai lagged behind as Wilton strode on in front with a
pace that seemed to quicken, their eyes everywhere. The realisation
of all the hard work that had gone into making the shell houses and
beautiful gardens what they were gave them a sense of pride in
these self-sufficient little beings.
They had walked for quite a while when Wilton began to
complain of aching legs. This didn’t seem to faze Daz or Shai, who
seemed to enjoy the ambience that the Goylins’ life lent them.
Their minds wandered from Eve and their unenviable journey
ahead to save her. They’d both looked around this vibrant and
workable neighbourhood earlier, yet on reflection it was only now
that they gained the foresight and knowledge to take it all in.
Eventually, they reached the village; it lay quiet, the earlier hubbub
having died down a great deal, and just a few Goylins scurried here
and there as they headed home. Visiting star signs hurriedly made
their way back to the gate. As they approached, Illecebra’s beauty
entranced Daz as much on his second visit as it had on his first,
and butterflies rushed to his stomach.
“Well here goes nothin’,” he said, and slipped apprehensively
into the shop, followed by Shai and a rather reluctant Wilton.
