Astarielle sat alone at the bar, wondering. She took a slow sip of ale and gazed around. A warm smile grew on her face as she heard a tune she had learnt as a child, long ago.It was played by someone with a flute. She nodded as the boy had played it perfectly.
Astarielle liked it here but felt she must go. She knew she would be back soon but when is anyone's guess. But only a guess, for Astarielle travels were ere the wind blows, never knowing where she'll end up but always knows exactly were she has been.
She paused......reluctant to go.
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"I know exactly where I have been,
But never where I will go for
I tavel on the wings of angels"
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