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 Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 11:17 am
 They looked so happy despite being dead. Adalyn watched the spirits and they seemed to not even know they were dead. The foals were playing and the adults were watching. She sometimes wondered if they knew she could see them she did know that somehow every spirit was related to her in a way. She had always wanted to see her parents spirits but they always had there backs turned in the distance and when she tried to call out to them all the spirits vanished into thin air. She now knew all she could do was watch them in sclicne till they went away on there own.
She wished she knew someone who understood this understood how the dead worked..She need someone to talk to about this but not someone who would make fun of her or just give her unhelpful answers. She continued to sit and watch wondering when the spirits would move on. Of course she knew they would return on another day this was her own problem she was not even sure if her brother saw the spirits..
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 4:00 pm
 A cool spring wind rustled the leaves of a couple dozen rose bushes, some petals coming lose and fluttering about, getting stuck in the wild mane of their gardener, Marrow. He picked about in the growing darkness of the evening, making sure all of his roses were in proper order and that each grave along the way was clean and had a decent offering. Marrow had always been alone here, apart from his odd herd and content with just living among the gravestones and the silence of his flowers. If he spoke once a year it was a good one, he looked around the land, his blue eyes deep and searching, though he was fine being alone it was always hard, living in silence. If the dead could talk he would have everything he ever needed in life, constant companions, his roses and the occasional sugar treat he was able to find.
He sighed, his breath coming as a wispy cloud in the chill air, it was all he could do to continue his chores, think and wait...
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 5:14 pm
She had a sudden urge to go to where the dead were buried. She had never been to a graveyard but now that she had thought about the spirits what better place to find out about them? The graveyard was where life ended..or did life ever really end? If it did why were these spirits still here? Why could she see them if they were at peace? She wanted answers for the first time she was thinking about death in depth. Her being a Spirit herself made her think of long lost things. How life was before all this happened..She longed to share all this with someone besides her brother..someone who understood and cared for the dead if you even could. That was the one she needed to find no matter how long it took her. That being could explain all of this to her...All she wanted now was to see beauty in the dead to be able and smile when one died knowing they might be moving on to a better place..Her one question though was why were her spirits still here?
She started to walk not knowing where any graveyard might be if she could at least find one grave she wold test if she could see there spirit. If she was stuck like this she at least wanted to try and control her strange ability not so much a power. As she walked on it got colder and colder till she could see her breath coming from under her mask. She pushed on hoping light would be shed on everything and who knew what else might happen? Life was a very unpredictable thing...
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