just one wish [o]

[valdis]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:320px,bTable] it never cost us anything to dream only hope OUTFIT "Free wishes! Get your wish in a bottle here! Come here and wish, wish, wish!" It was nearly nine o'clock in the morning and, already, Valdis was singing and calling out to anyone who could hear her. This time she could be found sitting right outside of the city hall, displaying an amateur tent composed of floral silk and wooden poles. If one squinted enough to look what was within the dark canopy, they would see a small table erected in the center, the wooden surface of covered with small glass jars. Her own little carnival tent without the carnival. Or the crowds, for that matter. The bubbly redhead was standing before it all, dancing about in her layers of skirts. It was the perfect day for making wishes and she was going to make sure every single person in the town was going to have one. Val had taken it upon herself to be the wish fairy of this village, a very important job indeed. And so, when she saw her first lucky wisher, she practically charged the unsuspecting soul, grabbing hold of their wrist with her dainty hands and attempted to pull them away with her. "You! You need to come get your wish today!" WORDS: 206 TAGS: open! credit to ALPHA of BACK TO NEVERLAND

[KENNETH X.]

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"It's been so far.. ..I've been walking the line on my own" ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ Funny how time flies by so fast whenever you're occupied. Today Lee finds himself with the task of delivering the goods to his father's clients again. Most were a bunch of woods to sell, some were fur pelts and knick knacks, but the majority of the income came from the lumber. Seeing that he's nowhere near the type to be a colossal athletic fella, Lee finishes his routine by coming all the way back to their house and returning here to deliver the rest. Luckily, that was the last batch he just delivered. Of course, without further adieu, since there wasn't anything to do left, he started to make his way back home. While walking he idly uses a small white towel to wipe off some of the sweat that gathered around his forehead and temples, thanks to the cool breeze however there isn't any excessive amount of it. Paying barely any attention to the others in the vicinity, suddenly his wrist was grab. The force wasn't that tough, so his reflex didn't alarm him on quickly jerking it back. Calmly, he turned his attention to the rest of the body's owner. A woman in clad in some fancy attire matched with wings. His dull eyes darted to the object she was trying to sell. It seems like he's not interested at all, and the fact he hasn't said anything enforces the thought. But his gesture of looking behind her and eyeing her tent, and the other bottles may say otherwise, so maybe he is. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ "Lift me up to the stars.. ..We are coming home."

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