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I am have intruige
It’s nice to see you all again.
It’s nice to see you all again.
O’er hill and o’er dale
So happy I roam,
Work light and live well,
All the world is my home;
Then who so blythe, so merry as I?
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O’er hill and o’er dale
So happy I roam,
Work light and live well,
All the world is my home;
Then who so blythe, so merry as I?
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( just before it connects, a swift hand retaliates, clutching the other hedgehog’s wrist with impeccable force. however, it’s immediately loosened; he doesn’t intend to hurt him, of course. )
“ Why so harsh, my dear new friend? I’m not looking to waste your time. In-fact, I could help you! ”
No doubt an emerald, and any sanctity of a castle be damned when it came to Shadow's fem hunting. The laughter unnerving as it carried through the vastness of high walls. A hand put out to push against the stranger's forehead.
"And I have no time for *games*."
( just before it connects, a swift hand retaliates, clutching the other hedgehog’s wrist with impeccable force. however, it’s immediately loosened; he doesn’t intend to hurt him, of course. )
“ Why so harsh, my dear new friend? I’m not looking to waste your time. In-fact, I could help you! ”
( laughter fills the halls in reaction to this stranger’s irritation. to him, what is fun without provocation? )
“ Don’t be so gloomy; I’ve only just arrived! ”
( he straightens himself, ceasing his respectful gesture to face shadow head-on. )
“ Have you lost your way? ”
The Christmas-y bell jingles were annoying enough. Echoing all around, driving him crazy. Only to find a brightly dressed hedgehog dancing around as if he was frolicking through a flower field. The bow getting an intense and literal eye roll out of Shadow.
"Stand upright. Gaia..."
( laughter fills the halls in reaction to this stranger’s irritation. to him, what is fun without provocation? )
“ Don’t be so gloomy; I’ve only just arrived! ”
( he straightens himself, ceasing his respectful gesture to face shadow head-on. )
“ Have you lost your way? ”
No care and no sorrow,
A fig for the morrow!
We’ll laugh and be merry,
Sing neigh down derry!
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No care and no sorrow,
A fig for the morrow!
We’ll laugh and be merry,
Sing neigh down derry!
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( the sounds of bell-adorned poulaines echo in every direction as he prances about. it’s a fully choreographed dance crafted on a whim.
it seems “fate” has brought him to the reader, and he doesn’t miss the chance to bow. )
( the sounds of bell-adorned poulaines echo in every direction as he prances about. it’s a fully choreographed dance crafted on a whim.
it seems “fate” has brought him to the reader, and he doesn’t miss the chance to bow. )
Hither, hither, through the sky,
Turtle-doves and linnets, fly.
Blackbird, thrush, and chaffinch gay,
Hither, hither, haste away.
One and all come help me, quick.
Haste ye, haste ye!—pick, pick, pick.
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Hither, hither, through the sky,
Turtle-doves and linnets, fly.
Blackbird, thrush, and chaffinch gay,
Hither, hither, haste away.
One and all come help me, quick.
Haste ye, haste ye!—pick, pick, pick.
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