Kingdom Of Eloral {{Semi-Advanced}} discussion

Maggie wanders around in the wetlands, distant and in awe. She thought everything was interesting.

Maggie stumbles across the creature. "Hello," she says sweetly, her long curly hair cascading around her shoulders. She was fairly small, petite even, with a distant look in her eyes. ABD she was blind. But she sensed the Ilidae.

"Hello?" she says, lookung around, unsure if she was imagining thibgs.

Maggie pouts a bit. "Okay then."

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Maggie reaches her hand out carefully.

Maggie reaches her head and pets the Ilidae.

Maggie carefully picks up the animal. "Maggie," she grins. "I'm Maggie. Maggie, Maggie, Maggie. That's what my mother would sat. I haven't talked to her in a long time. She's gone now. Bye bye."

Maggie strokes the creatures back. "Do you have a name?" she asks.

Maggie follows the animal to the best of her ability.

Maggie freezes."Is that...light? " she says.."And color! Oh, I remember color! The reds, and Blues, and yelllows."

"Oh you're beautiful!" she exclaims to the creature.

Maggie walks to them carefully "Do you have a name?"

"Is it Fox?" she asks, petting her.

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Maggie grins. ",p thank you Fox."

Maggie reaches her hand out again, this time with sight. She rubs Fox's ears with a hugs smile on her face. "Tick tock, goes the clock, round and round and when it stops, fall down, hit ground, no more me to tick tock."

"Pain, death, die, die die," she giggles, a wild look in her eyes. "Are you going to die? Everyone dies. That's what Mama did. Die."

Maggie snaps up, as if out of a trance. Or maybe into one. "Sorry about that little guy. Curse. it's a cure and a blessing. Fate and madness go hand in hand you know."

"That's me. Get the girft, get the curse," she grins. "But you understand, right?"

Maggie clucks. "How about I teach you, you teach me?" she smiles, her eyes innocent and wide with excitement. Her light brown hair, curly and wild, fell into her eyes.

Maggie giggles at nothing, cheeks red in the cold. "Hello Fox. I already met you, but I think it's nice to say hello to people every once in a while, don't you?"

Maggie grins and follows Fox, flying through the wetlands. Now that she had her sight back, she could run fairly fast.

Maggie catches up to Fox swiftly, hair even messier then before, full of sticks and leaves.

Maggie gets under he tree and she gasps. "Woah. It's beautiful."

Maggie follows the Ilidae in pure awe. She points and smiles at everything she sees, the grass, the trees, the leaves. Everything was differant.

Maggie takes the apple and bites into it, smiling at the sweet taste.,

"Oh, what's that? Could I have one?" Maggie asks, not knowing it's properties.

"Nevermind," Maggie says happily. "What's it called? Does it do something?" she wonders, mostly to herself, but open for answers.

Maggie doesn't care, or might not even know that she can't talk, so she just shrugs and picks flowers.

Maggie grins at the fox, patting her head. She ties up her crazy hair, and her blue eyes sparkled.

Maggie picks her up into her lap.

Maggie starts to hum, simple and sweet. She tucks a strand of messy hair behind her ear.

Maggie smiles widely,

Maggie kisses her head, the leans against a tree, tired.

Maggie smiles in her sleep, yawning, and goes limp,

Maggie wakes up and smiles, having a good night rest. "Good morning, good night, the wolves will bit, the cats away., the mice will play, until the angel swoops down to pay."

"Hello Fox. Fox, Box, Tox, Dox, Mocks," she giggles.

Maggie just smiles, oblivious to her worry.

Maggie grins and lays down on the soft grass, taking it alk in.

The girl smiles and stretched out.

Maggie looks around this lovely valley like paradise. She looks at the trees, tall and strong, branches made for climbing and buds perfectly made.

Maggie grins widely at the beautiful scene before her. She leans back on the grass, carefully.

Maggie sighs Nd runs around, laughing.

Maggie lets her long brown th if fly around in the wind. Her mind had been broken ever since she was born and had the gift of prophecy. She often talked in toddler, mostly about rather morbid things.

Maggie giggles as she spins around and around in a single circle. "Sun, sun, sun, flower, wheee," she laughs. "Death death death, momma's death," she falters, frowning. "Mama's dead."

Maggie feels a sudden mood change, and a tear slip from her cheek. "Mama is gone now."

Maggie looks up,not bothering to wipe her face. "Hello," ah says softly. "Who are you?"

"Hello Fox" she says dreamily. "May I help you?" she sits he t to the creature, tears streaming down her face.

Maggie starts to shake. "Am I....broken?" she asks quietly. "I feel broken. I feel wrong. Everything is so wrong," she mumbles, trembling.

Maggie shakes her head sadly. "The lady said it can't be fixed."

"I do think so," she muses.