Meanwhile Lyra number one was very unsurprised to find herself suddenly dancing with thin air to the faint strains of "Yellow Submarine".
Mindful of the broken glass before she didn't start to sing, but instead bopped her head to the beat, trying to look cool despite her sudden lack of partner. Being a hyperactive Hobbit she didn't manage this very well. She decided to wait until someone came to speak to her. Any takers?
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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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