These started yesterday, with
shadesong's wonderful poem
here. Now it's my turn.
From the time she was a child, I followed her. My brothers were content to stay at home and wait for rescue, but I could not stay still. My brothers left only once a day to fly around the mountain, but they took no joy of it. They ate what the dwarves brought them with
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