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| Marianne Stokes |
Puck sat with his hands in his lap, trying to meditate. It was not working. His stillness kept getting interrupted by the conundrum that ever followed his thoughts - one that had him perplexed and vexed - and presented time and time again, whenever he was quiet … human love.
Elvish love, Spritely love, Elemental love, was predictable. If something or someone was loveable, they responded - and the heart knew what it knew, without needing consultation or argument.
But human love - now that was complicated. He sighed, and a daisy patch fell over beside him. Absentmindedly he waved his hand over the faerie ring and it sprang up again.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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