by PhoenixReborn » Thu Nov 24, 2011 5:29 am
Neurien smiled when he saw Neria, "Hello. Sleep well?"
Nenethiel raised an eyebrow at her brother, only this time, he blushed. Neurien, blushing? Thy was a first in all his 2067 years of age. She had to put a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A flame from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king
In the Garden of Paradise,
beneath the Tree of Knowledge,
bloomed a rose bush.
Here, in the first rose,
a bird was born.
His flight was like the flashing of light,
his plumage was beauteous,
and his song ravishing.

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