The acrobat leapt down, landing hard upon the teflon floor.
“Why is it that so many Elves end up working in entertainment?” Puck mused to himself.
The contortionist was looking over his shoulder at him - all knew Puck, and rightly so, for he owned this circus, as well as the freehold to the riverbank it was perched upon.
“I’ve come to see the Bear,” Puck mumbled under his breath.
“I’m afraid to say that he is sleeping Sir. You know that oldy - nothing will rouse him when the winds from the north come to get ‘im.”
Puck ignored this. The midget was, after all, a compulsive liar.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
“Why is it that so many Elves end up working in entertainment?” Puck mused to himself.
The contortionist was looking over his shoulder at him - all knew Puck, and rightly so, for he owned this circus, as well as the freehold to the riverbank it was perched upon.
“I’ve come to see the Bear,” Puck mumbled under his breath.
“I’m afraid to say that he is sleeping Sir. You know that oldy - nothing will rouse him when the winds from the north come to get ‘im.”
Puck ignored this. The midget was, after all, a compulsive liar.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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