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Giggling Harmony
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I prod deeper into his mind, seeking information. This little name is Cairn. Cairn has no mate and no pups, he is of middling age, partial to topaz, and....
There's an image in his mind, at the root of every thought. Its in all of their minds. Carved into their souls like so many dregs in sand, each of them shifting, growing, and spawning, yet it's still there.
I can rule them. I can make them a grand force to stand unopposed atop the land that is so very much a piece of me. We can move together upwards, against The Sun who forced me down, The Moon who shunned us! I..
Or we can stay here. Safe. They are simple creatures, but with a bit of divine intervention they can prosper in my shelter.
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