"What took you so long? I was begining to think you had lost your way."
"Not with the sence of direction I have. Besides I met someone along the way."
"Who?" asked Faren (her pet who looks like a farret. The race is called Anuf. Faren is the last Anuf ever in existence.)
"A strange boy named Relyt." Nonnahs answered half annoyed
"Ah, the young love"
"Ah, the young love nothing he is just a friend."
"Yes I see, When is the next time you are to see him?"
"Tomorrow"and that was all that was said
Nonnahs gave Faren some milk and bread (that is an Anuf's favorite meal)and left the room with only a glance of Faren's black tail. She went to her room and started writing the poem she was thinking up while along the beach on her walk. When she finished it the peice of parchment read : The sea blows,
The wind howl,
The strom may last a little while.
It was short but explained a lot. It told that the anger may last only a while. What puzzeled her though was why she had composed this poem. She knew that anything she wrote on paper was true and what she felt, but she didn't feel this. So why had this been written?
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~Reflection~
Mostly stories that I come up with, but some things might be personal or something I want to save, and I'll do that here.
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