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Pronounciation and Information: Áine, pronounced awn-ya Omid = Human The dreams faded as did the sense of foreboding they brought. The ice cold feeling in her hearts melted away and was replaced with one of serenity as she drifted from a weightless subconscious sleep into a state of awareness. She did not experience grogginess nor displacement of any sort and never would. Such things were alien to her, to all dragons. The movements that prompted her awakening established a set pattern, one that indicated caution and curiosity on the part of the individuals moving toward her. There were two of them, each one with its own distinctive scent.

"Oooooh do not worry No time for sorrows We must be grateful For the time we have Remember to laugh Never hold back Be ever grateful For the time we have" She tossed them lightly into the air and caught them again with her other forefoot then tossed them back and forth twice more as they exploded in fits of laughter. They tried their luck at flying at each interval in the air, flapping their wings or trying to glide but were unsuccessful. "Understand I only cry because I love you so, My Dear Taera and D'lel"  she sang to them making up her own tune as she finally lowered them to the ground once more. Immediately they started crawling

They exchanged an unhappy glance with one another and then, sensing the futility of the situation, parted in opposite directions to do their own exploring.  D'lel soon came upon a hard cone shaped brown piece of wood, picked it up and placed it in his mouth. It was disgusting! He frowned, furrowing his brows and tossed the pinecone at Taera hitting him in the ribs. "D'lel! That was not very nice," Aine said. Taera who had been on his knees, innocently  studying a ladybug on a blade of grass, fell sideways onto his behind and started crying. Aine craned her neck forward and administered kisses to his ribs. She licked the tears from his face u

i failed you when you pushed i only succeeded in dragging my feet when you needed to be bolstered i bowed under the weight there is no demise unsuitable for me there is no loathing here only acceptance i can hear the stories now ones to be told about me being mired in the world of 'too much' and yet you forgive when there should be none with an abundance of effort where i seem to fall short when you needed me, i was never there enough what did i do to deserve you, the infinitely patient?

Fourteen years, gone At the speed of light At the blink of eyes What once was boy Now appears man Time tumbled out windows And came to rest In the driveway At the bumper Of his packed car His only path now Are dreams woven Out of fabrics of reality He knows love And expects to be missed I am alone in this I could keep him But reasoning's selfish His key's in the ignition Goodbye my little one

Áine flew between the close knit icy peaks of the mountains, which seemed to stretch out to the distant horizon toward starset. The air had cooled considerably at their height even though the light from their star shone unhindered by clouds. The patches of snow were everywhere, gorges opened, seemed to taper off and end below. There were no other signs of life other than her shadow sliding across the landscape. In another time the cool air, ice and snow would have seemed utterly alien to her, but not anymore.     They were almost to Danau, a valley hidden between the highest mountain ranges of their world. It had served as the meeting place