there are flowers
in this world
that only grow
once the ground
above them burns.

you were that fire.

this is not my end.
this is my birth.
—Pavana पवन

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Lelaros, a Red Jenny

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Written by Krissy

est November 2015

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Anonymous said: she is small, little, but there isn't a doubt of whom she belongs to. even if her mother is different, the little child has a perfect pink shell the size of her small chubby fingers. she holds it up to Ros with the same eyes looking back at him. a little smile. a loving, child like adoration.

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            He crouches down to her level, near kneeling in the sand, and for once he does not think of how it might ruin his fine garments. “That’s for me?” Gently he takes the shell, admires it for a lingering moment before slipping it into the little bag he carries. A kiss his places on her forehead and he cards his fingers through her curls. He’s no idea who her sire is. She’s got too much of him in him to know, looks too much like him, too. “It’s beautiful, ma chérie, thank you.”

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