Of Fairy Tales And Dragon's Wings
Young Jrothen sat in the lush verdant grass basking in the sun. He was sprawled out so leisurely. Golden and copper stands of hair tossed about his ghostly plale fingers. His Azure eyes were gently squinted half liddedly closed and a smile laced his face.The young elf hadn't taken a break in a long while and this just seemed to be the perfect place to do it.
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