~ sighs in resignation and looks around the clearing in what seems to be an endless forest. Noting to myself how different the bottoms of the trees are from the tops, my better sense decides then and there my previous view of the trees is the one I prefer. ~
~ warily peering into the skies, hoping - yet not hoping that I see the monstrous wings of of the Tarn that swiveled in the air and dumped me unceremoniously from the basket I mutter under my breath. Still picking the needles out of my hair and cursing the bony fingers of each and every tree that tossed me every way I could imagine, I sit on a stump and peruse my fate ~
~ rubbing the smooth skin around my neck I ponder absently - he gave me my choice, I must use it wisely. I can also hear clearly his final warning, his voice a remembered growl that caused every hair on my body to electrify in response; "It is to be your choice etana, always your choice". Shakes my head in frustration and starts to build a fire ~
How will that be possible now?
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