In earnest anticipation of,
The World's Over Journal
The Forever Fantasy
By Juton
Prelude II
The father of the Gallant family's name was Thomas his fur was dirt brown. He wore a tall, green settlers hat much of the time, though it did not match the grey tunic and trousers which was tied back with a brown belt that he wore every day without fail, he had even managed to stitch repair several holes himself in the early hours of the morning before heading out to take care of the chores. Thomas only ever took his cap off upon entry to the Hollow at the end of the day, which was usually as dusk began to dim the valley in silence and shadow. His favourite game was to regularly attempt to sneak up and set his tall hat upon his wife's head making it disappear as she to cook dinner, though the real goal was just to get close enough for a surprise kiss. Thomas' wife's name was Freya and her fur was purest white, with a tiny pink nose, her eyes sparkled as a sapphire and emerald set within her beautiful face, for they were each of them a different colour, one was sea foam green and the other a bright sky blue. She wore a red tunic tied back by a black belt as well and a matching tall red cap, reminding you of a witch's hat, the brim of which hung down over her eyes much of the time. Freya often walked with a carved wooden cane on top of which sat a pebble of a ruby, which Thomas had recovered for her from a baby dragon's hide on one of his adventures with their Elven and Troll friends, which she would lean upon when an old war wound, which she too had got on an adventure, would sear pain through her right leg. She was once a valiant warrior, the citizens respected her, for she was once part of the Red Legion; a battalion of soldiers comprised of all the cities most noble and finest warriors.
They had three Children, all dressed in similar fashion to their parents. They could often be found scrambling about in the upper levels of the tree home playing games, most often a variation to tag. A great amount of their time was allocated to the chase which always ended in an magnificent stick sword fights. Thain was the oldest, his fur was pitch black much like his baby sister's, Ravice. He wasn't curious at all, in fact the only time he ever ventured beyond the farm was to watch the battles, while his Ravice was the opposite, always sneaking off to visit her friends in the Troll Citadel, sometimes staying for days until being taken home by one of them, most commonly the battle maiden Toki. The middle sibling, a sister, whose name was Eliese, was the kind hearted of the three, spending much of her time helping her mother and learning the ways of cooking as to work in the castle someday, that was her dream. Her fur was a soft tan colour with a single white patch over her left eye. Each of them had a hero that they adored from ages long past, when the final war threatened to plunge the whole earth into chaos. Tales were told on a nightly basis by Thomas around the hearth in which blazed a raging fire, he had many dealings abroad having travelled many times to visit with the Elves of the Red Marshes to the East just before the vast desert or those in the North Western Vale near the valley`s mountain boarders with the world beyond and with the Trolls in the North in their citadel of stone and iron, which was built into the side of the mountain and its thousands of terraces filled with the most beautiful gardens.
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