Lillian giggled playfully as the sleeping old bard slapped at the piece of grass the children took turns taunting him with. The other 3 children stifled their laughter as D'Astado only began to snore after the unrelenting child's assault. "It's my turn Lil! Youv been at it longer than all of us together!" Whined Ashum, the youngest of the 4 children, in which the other children enthusiastically chided in their support. Lillian began to interject, but was interrupted by the robed bards sleep speech...Just a bit of random gibberish, arousing the children's laughter even more, provoking the unrelenting blade of grass upon the poor sleeping bards nostrils and causing the children to temporarily forget about their squabbles for the higher cause...

(in the works...)




"Sometimes it is mere stubbornness that urges someone to persist, far past the point of relevance, and almost always their own realization."