"I think it will e the best ballad," the Phouka replied. He puffed up a bit at the praise.To be brave and mighty and free were all qualities that ought to be sung about, and that Winter would sing them about him made his swell.
But then he stopped. There was a rustling in a bush and he held Winter back to stop him. The rustling grew louder and then appeared a creature.
A creature...
It was a disembodied foot wearing a jaunty green hat with a long black feather. Out of the ankle there sprang a small arm and clutched in its hand was a wee lantern. The light was magical and beckoned them to follow.
But the Phouka did not follow. He only stared at the creature in confusion.
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Date: 2017-06-22 01:14 am (UTC)But then he stopped. There was a rustling in a bush and he held Winter back to stop him. The rustling grew louder and then appeared a creature.
A creature...
It was a disembodied foot wearing a jaunty green hat with a long black feather. Out of the ankle there sprang a small arm and clutched in its hand was a wee lantern. The light was magical and beckoned them to follow.
But the Phouka did not follow. He only stared at the creature in confusion.