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======Book I Chapter 8 : Reverie I======
The land was covered in a blanket of white as far as the eye could see; white petals fell from a blank, empty sky to settle upon the soft snow.
And yet, [[Elliot Elliot Christoph]] was far from cold.
She stood in one of her best suits, perfectly straight and composed beside a great fountain, water trickling from its spout even in the winter weather. Quietly, she watched as a rose petal settled atop the palm of her hand.
She felt //his// eyes upon her, his breath warming her cheek.
She didn't move.
"Elliot..."
And he was there beside her, standing as straight and noble as she; his green eyes sparkling with just a //hint// of mischief, his hands folded neatly away within his pristine white suit.
His lips moved in time with her own, mouthing her words as she spoke them. "No, [[Nefirian]]."
The Dreamwaker grinned faintly at the response to his unspoken question; his arms were folded now, gently holding a white peacock against his breast. The bird dipped his head with a soft cluck, its long tail swishing against the snowy ground.
This was part of their nightly ritual, a greeting between friends. The reply never changed-- but for now, at least, it was inconsequential.
"Someday, you'll answer differently," the[[Chapter]]mused.
"Perhaps," Elliot said softly, her tone even. "But then... how would you spend your evenings?"
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[[BkICh7 Book I Chapter VII]] < {{image url="http://www.valenth.com/images/lorebooks.png"}} > [[BkICh9 Book I Chapter IX]]
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The land was covered in a blanket of white as far as the eye could see; white petals fell from a blank, empty sky to settle upon the soft snow.
And yet, [[Elliot Elliot Christoph]] was far from cold.
She stood in one of her best suits, perfectly straight and composed beside a great fountain, water trickling from its spout even in the winter weather. Quietly, she watched as a rose petal settled atop the palm of her hand.
She felt //his// eyes upon her, his breath warming her cheek.
She didn't move.
"Elliot..."
And he was there beside her, standing as straight and noble as she; his green eyes sparkling with just a //hint// of mischief, his hands folded neatly away within his pristine white suit.
His lips moved in time with her own, mouthing her words as she spoke them. "No, [[Nefirian]]."
The Dreamwaker grinned faintly at the response to his unspoken question; his arms were folded now, gently holding a white peacock against his breast. The bird dipped his head with a soft cluck, its long tail swishing against the snowy ground.
This was part of their nightly ritual, a greeting between friends. The reply never changed-- but for now, at least, it was inconsequential.
"Someday, you'll answer differently," the[[Chapter]]mused.
"Perhaps," Elliot said softly, her tone even. "But then... how would you spend your evenings?"
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[[BkICh7 Book I Chapter VII]] < {{image url="http://www.valenth.com/images/lorebooks.png"}} > [[BkICh9 Book I Chapter IX]]
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{{image url="http://www.valenth.com/images/favicon_toothy.png"}}[[http://www.valenth.com Valenth]]>[[HomePage VWiki Home]]>[[Story]]> **[[BookI Book One]]**
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