The-White-Elephant
Philippians 4:13
“Good” Sage said. “Can’t wait to see them!” Sage said, excitedFrost fluttered over the tall, smooth rocks surrounding the waterfall. “We’re almost over them.” She said.
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“Good” Sage said. “Can’t wait to see them!” Sage said, excitedFrost fluttered over the tall, smooth rocks surrounding the waterfall. “We’re almost over them.” She said.
(Totally fine, let’s just say it came before that and she said yup.)(Oops. Never mind about my previous post)
(Ok, thank you!)(Totally fine, let’s just say it came before that and she said yup.)
Frost got to the top. She peered down at the lush ground that faded into the stone-lined bank. The clear pool flickered with fish. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”“Good” Sage said. “Can’t wait to see them!” Sage said, excited
“It really is“ Sage said, mesmerized. “Thank you for taking me here”Frost got to the top. She peered down at the lush ground that faded into the stone-lined bank. The clear pool flickered with fish. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
She looked up at the cascading silver water.
“No problem.”“It really is“ Sage said, mesmerized. “Thank you for taking me here”
“You sure you don’t want me to help?” Sage said, watching Frost going to the bank“No problem.”
She stepped down to the bank and onto a rock. “I’ll catch us a fish.”
“I’m good.” She said with a smile.“You sure you don’t want me to help?” Sage said, watching Frost going to the bank
“Great job!” Sage said, thinking to himself “I would never be as good at fishing like her”“I’m good.” She said with a smile.
She stood poised on the rock, one scaly white-pink leg outstretched. One of her sharply clawed toes dangled in the water.
She focused her pale blue eyes on the water as a fish swan closer, interested in the bait…aka her toe.
When she felt a nibble, she moved fast as lightning, snapping the flapping silver fish up in her claws and slamming it on the stone.
It did not move again.
She picked it up in her white beak and turned around. “Got one!” She said, grinning around it.
Frost tore open the fish, taking a beakful of the tasty, fatty orange-pink flesh. “It’s really good, and makes feathers extra-shiny.” She said to Sage.“Great job!” Sage said, thinking to himself “I would never be as good at fishing like her”