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| So you got all the way here? Good...that should mean that you want to hear the stories I am about to tell you. To begin with, let me clarify a misunderstanding that seems to be rather common among those who have yet to visit my homelands. Yes, the sun does set even in the land where the sun always shines, and as in other lands, the night sky is full of bright shining stars against a coal black background. But in the day...oh, never has there been a day of rain in the land where the sun always shines, the happy people who live there have never heard of such things as winter, or bad weather, or even cold. Hmm...come to think of it, the people who live there have never heard of rainbows either. Shame. Oh good Kali, here I am ranting again. Why don't you take a look in the storybooks I have laid out for you while I sit here and ponder on how to bring rainbows into a land that doesn't have rain? |
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| A story of how our little sister came to arrive in Moorgate A story about a very handsome dragon and where he comes from A story from the storybooks of my homeland A story of a sprite leaving A story of a sprite returning A long, long story of illness and cure A story about a daughter gone missing A story about a magnificent rescue |
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| The road home | |||||||||