#dreaming

She bursts through the silver storms casting a giant shadow, her great wings rustle with the sound of legends. She turns her delicate neck as deftly as a well crafted plot twist, and her eyes glow with the winking illumination of flash lights not quite contained under a child's bedcovers.

Here, on the star trods so few know of, she is in many ways at last her self, as immense as a world's held breath before the next page is turned in a mystery! As powerful as a gasp as a beloved hero's near death!!

She is knowledge bringer and whimsy breather, and she has a thousand names in this realm!

and then, as she returns to the edge of the trod, she dwindles, shrinks, taking only one-the one given to her in honor and love by the woman who cares for her. She is Bronte once more.- A Wyrm of books still but here perhaps in a form that will not overwhelm.

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