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 Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 12:57 pm
The journal sits on the table. It is alone but for a silver pen that has been set to the side. Upon closer inspection, the journal is encased in brown leather. Strings of purple and white bind the outside, lacing in and out almost like a corset. Three white feathers dangled from leather and beads from the bottom rim of the journal. Turquoise beads decorate the feather-strands. If lifted, the beads would twinkle - wonder if they are really bells in disguise.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 12:58 pm
6/23/08
Time has passed, and your Herald is becoming fond of you and beginning to show affection. You two have grown closer, but that's not the only aspect of growing.
The Herald is maturing into a young child before your eyes. No longer dying and weak and no longer sexless, it now has beautiful angel white hair and dark blue eyes of unusual depth. You may have noticed that the Herald has been scratching and touching its back for a while, and now it's finally explained. The herald's wings have started to grow in.
How do you deal with the child's discomfort? Do you have any remedies to ease it? How does he/she react? How do the wings reflect the item given?
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