"Well?" Ellie tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for Drago to speak. He gulped, and turned away. What did I do? wondered Ellie.
"If you're not speaking to me, then I shall go and talk to Champignonne" said Ellie, practically shouting at him.
Inwardly fuming she walked back over to the table. Talk? He doesn't want to talk, he wants to stand there and listen to me talk! He wants me to forgive him! Well, if he does he'll have to give me a good reason. I thought we were getting along really well, but obviously not.
She sat down in her place, absentmindedly shoving one of the new arrivals.
"Sorry" she said moodily.
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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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