Lyra number 2 shrugged. Oh well, it was getting a bit schitzophrenic, and I really can't spell that word! Magenta, green. Suddenly her eyes lit up. This has none of the normal rules. I can do whatever I want!
With a smile to nobody, she disappeared in a cloud of golden, sparkly smoke that left a faint smell of peppermint in the air.
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“Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you."
the Forbidden Link
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