Of wild blood.
The moon was high and full and sang in Ygritte like the oldest of melodies. When Mamet had drifted off to sleep, she slipped from the bed and dressed, pulling on the cloak she'd come in.
It was an easy walk through the bright forest to find where Susan slept, and quiet as the flame danced in the sky, she crept up beside her.
"Susan," she sang softly. "Susan Pevensie, Susan o'the Far Off Places, wake up now."
It was an easy walk through the bright forest to find where Susan slept, and quiet as the flame danced in the sky, she crept up beside her.
"Susan," she sang softly. "Susan Pevensie, Susan o'the Far Off Places, wake up now."