She awoke with a start, barely escaping the danger of her dream realm, breathing deeply of the morning air with thankfulness that she still can. A smile spreads across her face at the still-snoring Frobard beside her, the adorable gnome camouflaging as a rock. He's entirely convincing... save the echoing noise emanating from him. She giggles to herself as their slinky black pets come stalking up the rounded side of the sleeping gnome, the two animals' 56 claws (7 on each foot) sometimes not releasing and dragging things along behind them.
With a sharp plead for attention, one being gracefully lays down atop Frobard and he pets her absent-mindedly as he begins to awaken. The faerie links eyes with him as his drift open groggily.
"Flergin," he mumbles with a deep sigh.
"What?" she responds, eyes sparkling at the mussy-haired gnome.
"So pretty." he sends back to her, lifting a hand and sliding his fingertips down her face. She giggles at his sleepiness and he smiles with the infectiousness of her laughter. She flutters her emerald wings and prepares to leave for adventures of the day.
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So maybe it wasn't a gnome and a faerie, or some odd pair of creatures.
But a day has as much adventure as you choose.
I like stories better.
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