I caught Midge blowing snot out ‘a’ 1 nostril, then the t’other, right onto the grass 2day. Then dainty as u please the little mite outs a cloth n pats dry. "Why Midge, don't u just use the ‘kerchief?" Asks I. "I does the washin’, aye? Not wasting cloth on the whole thing, eh?" Says the wee'un. Man. Gotta wonder what the Old Man's paying the girl. Not much, hey?!
-Arrow
In a small corner of Sanctuary are worlds and times that exist, out of sync or in, all being tiny glimpses of a greater tapestry. One such place, the land of the Fae, has a castle, of sorts, that is totally surrounded by a brambled wood. So we begin, in the Worlds of Sanctuary, with the Faelan Stories. And what better, when being introduced to the weird and wonderful, than starting with something slightly familiar. Here we have the sometimes Sleeping Beauty. Ps: It's a story so oldest posts 1st.
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