A story about the elven maiden Chrysanthys as unexected events unfold around her. |
| When the sun began its retreat from the sky, I called a halt to our ride. The unicorns were tired, having pushed themselves to cover as much ground as possible. Our resting spot was not so bad. There was a stream nearby and good foraging for the unicorns. The warriors dismounted and let the unicorns settle themselves. http://Writing.Com/authors/chrysanthys ** Image ID #877060 Unavailable ** ** Image ID #841973 Unavailable ** ** Image ID #680765 Unavailable ** ** Image ID #726499 Unavailable ** |