They sat to think and dream. But dreaming too close to a faerie circle can be dangerous. Fortunately, these beings were kind, and they got the person safe before they went too far into the maze. -- Anon Guest
It can be a terrible thing to have the soul of an artist. Especially if, like Haness, you were born into a woodcutting and herb-gathering family. Ze found hirself hoping for something more than ze had, but not knowing what it was or how to start getting it.
On the other hand, ze was really good at bird calls.
Many a lunch break was spent with that whistling and tapping hir hands or feet for the sound they made, or trying to strum the single string of hir bow. There was something there something ze couldn't quite reach. Something that simultaneously enriched the soul and drained it.
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