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EQ: Cross of Ameran 08Chapter 8
No way! I wont do that!!
You will. Kyrin growled, his eyes gleaming dangerously. Or you wont get anything else instead!
Hey old man! Lets make one thing clear. If I dislike this kind of food, I wont eat it, okay?! Ledah growled back, but compared to the old demons deep demonic voice it sounded rather pitiful The enwa looked down on his plate. He had never seen something like that before. How could someone actually eat raw fish with algae and rice?! And even the name was weird Sushi Strange place this world
You havent even tried it yet! Kyrin barked annoyed while wolfing down another one of the little rolls...
Uhm Nima sat between the two arguing men, unsure how to gain back their attention. She liked the Sushi a lot but she was also used to it Ledah was really strange
'Old man stories'Authors Note: Hehe, in an old man feeling at the moment xD Wonder why *rolls eyes* Anyway, I decided to write some short-stories with Ledah and BelZath and Zeyir and Kyrin, just for fun xD No spoilers in the first one, the second one well, its FJ-related so yeah, some small ones but not grave at all. You wont learn ANYTHING about EoT . Lol But I like the second one much better, so go and read it! xD
Gramps? Im back! A young boy, looking like 12 year olds, came walking into the small smithery. Hey BelZath, Im back! Without hearing an answer, the blonde followed the sound of steel hammering against steel.
In the smith-room, a giant white winged god brought down his huge hammer on an almost finished blade made of silver. The white hair framed his face while sweat ran down his forehead from the immense heat.
Heeeello. The small boy leaned against the
Let the Sparrows InI.
Blackbirds rest on the power lines,
their silhouettes form the notation
to a dawn song set on the sheet music
of telephone poles contrasted by the sun.
Curled leaves are land mines littered
on the lawn where imprints of twigs
and a nurturing robin's tracks collect.
Branchlets and leaflets stem from
porch step railings and mailboxes;
the numbers read odd on the east,
even on the west side of the asphalt:
The engraved letters on
the siding reads, "Davis."
This house is home to family
so let the sparrows in.
with its branching hallways
furniture rooted to the floor
family, friends, the occasional
out from home.
Let the sparrows in; let
Let the door's
loosen—let the door stand ajar
be let open
the night owls and
let the doves
in pairs in the iridescent
Let the sparrows in.
Framed on either side
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