Elwyn had drawn her dagger and was turning around, searching for the malicious, dark-cloaked figure, but he or she was gone. Shaking, she leapt from the tree. "Come, Elanor. We should go back to the others." She mounted her horse and gestured for the witch to mount behind her. Elanor clutched her friend tightly around the waist as they rode off, back towards they who had spurned the innocent Elanor.
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If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."
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