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clare_dragonflyA knight rode into the path in front of Gwanwyn. She grinned and pulled her horse to a halt.
The knight was fully armored, presenting only a blank-faced helm. The horse was likewise unremarkable. A shield hung at the knight’s side, but it bore no device.
“Lillian,” Gwanwyn called, half-teasing, half-taunting, “is that you?”
The knight made no reply. Gwanwyn was certain that if Lillian had recognized her voice, she would have either spoken or gotten out of the way. Mostly certain.
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This story was written toaldersprig's prompt, "Making yourself a memory."
The knight was fully armored, presenting only a blank-faced helm. The horse was likewise unremarkable. A shield hung at the knight’s side, but it bore no device.
“Lillian,” Gwanwyn called, half-teasing, half-taunting, “is that you?”
The knight made no reply. Gwanwyn was certain that if Lillian had recognized her voice, she would have either spoken or gotten out of the way. Mostly certain.
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This story was written to
aldersprig's prompt, "Making yourself a memory."