"Surely it was something else?" she cried through the twilight morning mist. The bright sound of her voice echoed through spider branches, fog, the envelope of the sun's healing massage. Dew caked her ankles, sliding down the stalks of green and yellow feathers, tall and spikey grass biting at her legs.
"No, its the blue one." The fleet scattered behind her. An albino, the Colonel, an ordinary witch of believer's sorts, Elise, all giddily trotting after her through waves of crystal day.
"Blue, I like the color blue."
"Well now it all works out."
"Swell"
"Peaches and cream"
"MMyes Yes"
As the black silks of sleep vanished, dissolving in the yawning beams of the sky, the prance led on. Under the light, under the sun, to dance.
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