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Another #dragon4geday video for my favorite da2 romance @unofficialdragon4geday

While in the Dales, I could not sleep. And to the Chantry halls I went. I saw them whispering words of love, near the river bend. Though his footing and ears told of a couple not often paired. She was lithe and fair and kind. In a glance, he was ensnared. Oh, she was a sight to behold. Cherry lips and golden lock. The fairest daughter in the land. The fairest of the village folk. One day, under the old ash tree. He stole her kiss but twice. Bravery or youth made him think that he could pay the price. I often saw them in moonlight. Their love, eager and true. The Maker’s presence clearly felt. The village had no clue. Upon the moon’s monthly death, she came dressed as a bride. Her lips forming ‘Elandrin’! In her eyes, a lover’s tide. Alas! Another rushed into the scene! An elf so bright, so blue. Distress clawed deep into her eyes. Passing to her bow of yew. She blinked off tears and took a shot. Upright her arrow flew. The blood spilled on the nature’s lap. Blending with morning dew. Aghast she fell onto her knees, when skirts became so red. Cursing for all the Gods to hear. Howling, she was misled! Elandrin came forth like the wind. To stand between the two. But the deed was done, the deed was past. The pool of red just grew. He picked her up and hold her tight. A last, trembling embrace. The villagers came swinging wood and steel. Making their own death case. The minds awake then, understood what eyes and hands could not. But death had come and claimed his price. Few daises left to rot. I prayed until my knee caps hurt. I prayed for a time reversed. But it could only barely stop. With silence the field was blessed. The only thing that silence cut was my sob, my howl, my tear. For the Maker’s good, and the Maker’s just. But he did not appear…