[x]..Fair.As.Th.New.Day..[x]

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xl..Flawless beauty this land decieved, so amazing th' effects such mesmirising scenes 'ad on 'er. N'er in 'er ordinary life 'ad sh' seen anything like it, an' just th' thought made 'er excited for th' future. Indeed, sh' 'ad came not such a sort way from Mr.Brightsides wise Decision, to lead 'er life in th' Light lands, with fellow good minded beings alongside 'erself. This was th' start o' a new journey, a new life. Who knew what lay ahead for 'er, but whatev'r it was, sh' would take it in 'er stride..lx

xl..Th' spectrums were so exhilarating, sh' 'ad to pause on 'er way to th' Leads wise words. Sh' stood, transfixed to th' multicoloured backdrop, that reflected beautiful lines o' colour along 'er streamlined form. Th' hills seemed to rise in great praise for th' show, as if parading for an encore o' these dazzling displays. Amazing. Breathtaking. 'Ow else could sh' describe it ? Th' pearly clouds were like fluff surrounding th' canvas that beheld so many magical colourings. Crimson, sapphire, emerald, saffron, Ameythist, Magenta. It seemed to bring life to an otherwise plain ordinary terrain, with th' usual beaming trees with limblike branches filled with Summer blossoms, an' vast meadows o' th' most wonderous pasture. Sh' just knew this was th' life sh' needed, th' life that lay in wait for 'er..lx

xl..Thoughts suddenly flew to th' Lead. Whom exactly was th' Lead femme, albeit Gladiator o' Spectrum Sunlight ? Where would sh' find such a worthy being, in this vast land ? Sh' suddenly panicked, for sh' was so worked up at th' thought o' residing 'ere, th' thought o' no such happenigs made 'er feel bitter with dread. Sh' would be trememndously devestated if such happening n'er occured for t' fine beauty, an' 'er hazel visionaries quivered slightly in worry. Sh' looked around frantically for a sign o' life, 'er beautiful golden tresses flowing 'round 'er ravishing pearl facade like a halo emvbracing th' dazzling curviture. There was no being to be found, an' th' on'y sign o' life was th' ev'r dipping Spectrum Sun, an' th' gentle cawing o' a lonesome lark in th' distance. But hope was not far off, someone would come to 'er aid... wouldn't they ?..lx

[Stormy]

the stag slowly canters into the land. He looks around trying to find a friend. He is new here and doesnt know where to go. He trots over to a nearby river and walks in, splashing around.

[Stormy]

He doesnt find anyone to be friends with, so he trots out of the strange lands...for good

[Stormy]

The stag slowly canters into the somewhat new lands, he calls out for someone and stands patiently waiting to be heard.

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xl..Almond like pools were cast across th' beautiful array o' multicoloured hills that now resembled that o' a realistic painting o' picturesque lushness an' radiance that was all too rare in oth'r kingdoms. This beauty was reflected in 'er own curious hazel visionaries that beamed with deep soul an' ravish. 'er left 'ark flicker'd forwards as sh' 'eard a being closeby, an' felt joy override 'er alert emotions as sh' clapped occuli on a friendly looking steed. Sh' was all set to remain composed an' casual, when panic over rode 'er an' sh' found 'erself flying t'wards 'im in a hasty gallop..lx

No ! No, please, do not take leave !

xl..Sh' was breathless by th' time 'er lengthy pistons reached 'im, though sh' still manged to look like an elegant angel in flight. As 'er golden tresses billowed 'round 'er well carved ivory crevice, it did indeed resemble that o' a halo. Sh' paused to regain 'er breath, an' as sh' did so, sh' realised 'ow petty an' foolish sh' looked to 'is hues. Twas accidental sh' was so desperate for 'im to stay with 'er, for sh' was in desperate need o' company from any..lx

[Stormy]

He gallops over to starry eyed and stands patiently waiting to see if he shall be a good friend

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xl..Willow smiled such sweetness emitting, 'er joy unashamedly unhidden in 'er gleaming hazel occuli. Watching happily as 'e reversed t'wards 'er striking ivory frame, sh' swung 'er luscious golden plumes behind 'er svelt nape. Sh' looked like an angel stood there, patient an' good willing, 'er beauty open for all to witness. Sh' waited for 'im to stand aside 'er, an' when 'e did, sh' dipped 'er lovely cran graciously in warm welcoming, for company for 'er was moste desired right now. Vocals were moste melodic in audity, an' th' autumn larks seemed to pause rather mysteriously in th' bitterly cold atmosphere 'bove..lx

Thank ye good Sir.. I am in search o' company, an' I will be moste grateful o' ye's.. what mightn't be thy dubbance, steed ?