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Hugh clapped as the older woman finished telling her story. It was a good one, involving a group of wagon teamsters that got lost in a storm and kept reappearing over and over again as the years passed, helping lost travelers find their way in storms. It was unique, but it wasn't.... very original. Stories like that abounded around Prime, where the Khardran Mountains spawned them with some of the really unusual stuff that happened there.
Hugh, done listening, turned back to Banolin and nodded. "Eh? From you Da you say? Well it might be a good one then. Lad, its your turn... go on up!" He said, and gave the boy a shove, gently guiding him towards the stage... not bothering to even give him a chance to release the mug of hot beverage he had clutched in his hands.
"Go on up.. .tell us a tale, Lad!" He said, laughing heartily.
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"There's a place that I go that nobody knows. Where the rivers flow and I call it home. And there's no more lies in the darkness there's light.
And nobody cries, there's only butterflies."
Status: Even angels feel mysterious once in a while -> working from 3 - midnight all week PST time. Expect mod posts before and after all week.
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