It was a small glade. A large tree, standing like some grim solitary giant holding up the sky, was at the center. An old-fashioned well of wood and stone stood just underneath it. Dusk was fast approaching and, to Usagi, the image somehow held some strange import.
You forgot to mention the root. ^_^
Or, did you not want to make it that easy?
not that it's that hard, with the eye and the ravens and all... and i still want to write one where rei lost her eye years ago and makoto has these shapeshifting powers... but i'd have to figure out the others and... hmm...
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You forgot to mention the root. ^_^
Or, did you not want to make it that easy?
not that it's that hard, with the eye and the ravens and all... and i still want to write one where rei lost her eye years ago and makoto has these shapeshifting powers... but i'd have to figure out the others and... hmm...
Ja, -n
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^_^ Obvious as a sledgehammer, that's me. ^_^
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