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Another DepartureFeaturing Éliot (age 9)Another Departure by Shotechi
Summer, Year 761 of the New Age
The chestnut was proud. Proud of himself, of his abilities… and his pure awesomeness. Well sure, this hadn’t been easy, but he’d hopped right through it as if it had been fawns’ play! It was like he could still hear the agitated shouts from his two ex-keepers echoing through the forest - it was like the only thing that was hot on his heels, as the stags themselves hadn’t managed to catch the buck before he’d slipped into the dense shrubbery lining their path. Definitely an upside of being… small in physique.
Twigs were lashing his face now, leaving burning stripes all over his cheeks and nose - but Éliot almost didn’t feel the stings, the pain was already ebbing down only moments after a branch had hit his face. Only his eyes were burning from the speed - ho
~ The Long Road Home ~ Chapter 2“That all, Miss?”~ The Long Road Home ~ Chapter 2 by Shotechi
“Oh, yes, thank you - oh no, no, please, you don’t need to! That’s fine, I can very well carry these myself. I’ll send somebody to pick up the rest.”
“If you say so, Miss -”
With a brief hat tip, the rugged coachman disappeared, leaving the traveller and her luggage at the edge of the unpaved road in front of the post office.
It was a busy day - the streets of the young, ever growing town were bustling with life as Charlotte pulled her hat back, dark brown locks disorderly cascading into her freckled face as she turned around to get an impression of this curious place she’d ended up at. It seemed like it was here all these days of travelling found an end - and if she was honest, she couldn’t be more excited about it. The quickened beating of her heart resounded in her ears as she watched riders dash past her with their steeds, and men and women in woollen jackets and cotton ski
hai ♥ My name is Sarah, or simply Sho, what you prefer. I'm currently 19 years old and I live in beautiful southern Germany, where the people have got this strange dialect, you know. Drawing is my biggest hobby, my passion, my life. I always find some time to sketch something... Sometimes I don't really live in reality anymore, I'm a true dreamer, a storyteller. With drawings and stories ♥
I believe in God and Jesus Christ - HE is my saviour, and he makes my life wonderful! ♥♥
15.o9.13 - Psalm 86,11
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I love Pooh ♥
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