I've heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
but you don't really care for music do you?
They were rising like a phoenix from the ashes, and Mast couldn’t be happier. Every day it seemed there was a new face amongst them, each one as eager as the last. The spring had brought forth new children, and he knew without a doubt that that is where their future lay. Children were blank slates, untarnished by the darker part of the world outside of the Gates. They would grow up happy and safe, wanting for nothing and learning so many important lessons. Within children there was hope- pure and unyielding hope. He would cling to that notion like a drowning man clinging to a life saver, for if they lost hope, then what did they have?
The summer sun warmed his mousey brown hide in the most pleasant way. The shifter king found himself dozing near their garden, which he’d been pleased to see was returning to its former glory. Flowers and fruits of every flavor imaginable grew within their garden- he found the pears to be particularly delicious. They were part of the reason for his impromptu nap. The combination of a belly full of sweets and the warm sun had a most hypnotic effect. And so he dozed, his legs curled neatly beneath him. Atop his head were the impressive antlers, though they were still covered in their summertime velvet. Soon he would be rubbing them on every available tree in an effort to rid them of their covering. For now though, they were as soft as spring moss. Just then a cloud rolled in front of the sun, and he found himself climbing to his feet. With a frown he rubbed his antlers against his leg, inwardly and very half heartedly cursing the clouds for interrupting what promised to be a very nice nap.
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