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"Terralumia Ashia Testarossa, Slipstream in Sleep's Shadow, Girl Who Drew | "Terralumia Ashia Testarossa, Slipstream in Sleep's Shadow, Girl Who Drew Bees In The Vase. For the ''last time'' hath thou drawn bees in my Ming vase!" | ||
"But it wasn't me | "But it wasn't me." | ||
"Enough! By thy True Name I call thee and ''grounded'' I name thee." | "Enough! By thy True Name I call thee and ''grounded'' I name thee." | ||
"I hate you!" screamed the Girl Who Drew | "I hate you!" screamed the Girl Who Drew Bees In The Vase. "I hate you ''forever''! | ||
Her shrill cry still echoing through the halls of Hooswatch, Terralumia Testarossa fled to her rooms in the white tower where closets opened then shut and spaces above the ceilings and beneath the beds all led away, from the castle to the shadow of the world. | Her shrill cry still echoing through the halls of Hooswatch, Terralumia Testarossa fled to her rooms in the white tower where closets opened then shut and spaces above the ceilings and beneath the beds all led away, from the castle to the shadow of the world. | ||
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"Halt! Get back here this ''instant'' young lady." | "Halt! Get back here this ''instant'' young lady." | ||
With a wave of his hand, the doors of the castle shut one after another but they never closed quite in time to catch the lithe girl who leapt and rolled each narrowing gap. Suits of silvered armour crashed from their pedestals to intercept, but she slipped through their clumsy grasp as easily as a phantom. The aging master of Hoodswatch tottered impotently after them all. Alas the mid-spring of youth, when the mind | With a wave of his hand, the doors of the castle shut one after another but they never closed quite in time to catch the lithe girl who leapt and rolled each narrowing gap. Suits of silvered armour crashed from their pedestals to intercept, but she slipped through their clumsy grasp as easily as a phantom. The aging master of Hoodswatch tottered impotently after them all. Alas the mid-spring of youth, when the mind is supple yet the will forceful. Alas the umbrally agile. | ||
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"Terralumia Ashia Testarossa, Slipstream in Sleep's Shadow, Girl Who Drew Bees In The Vase. For the last time hath thou drawn bees in my Ming vase!"
"But it wasn't me."
"Enough! By thy True Name I call thee and grounded I name thee."
"I hate you!" screamed the Girl Who Drew Bees In The Vase. "I hate you forever!
Her shrill cry still echoing through the halls of Hooswatch, Terralumia Testarossa fled to her rooms in the white tower where closets opened then shut and spaces above the ceilings and beneath the beds all led away, from the castle to the shadow of the world.
"Halt! Get back here this instant young lady."
With a wave of his hand, the doors of the castle shut one after another but they never closed quite in time to catch the lithe girl who leapt and rolled each narrowing gap. Suits of silvered armour crashed from their pedestals to intercept, but she slipped through their clumsy grasp as easily as a phantom. The aging master of Hoodswatch tottered impotently after them all. Alas the mid-spring of youth, when the mind is supple yet the will forceful. Alas the umbrally agile.