The Fawn and the Turtles (3)
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
Tam's head lay at the base of the slope, eyes half open, dazedly gazing at the gathering of turtles. They were moving more rapidly now that they were on a level surface. Moonlight and the softly glowing orb shone and sparkled against their glossy shells. They were moving in a circular path near the circumference of the warm ball. The snow was starting to melt. The grass, which should have been dead by now, grew more verdant with each lap.
Tamsin was pleased to have helped some fellow creatures, but it was time for her to lay still. As her eyelids drooped and she drowsed, she thought she saw the turtles' shells start to turn transparent. Round discs, the edges, toothed and shiny, caught the light and spun faster and faster. This brought her fatigue to new heights, and she fell into a deep slumber. She did not even think about moving towards the sphere herself, that it might have warmed her and perhaps saved her life. She was spent. The whiteness of the snow before her face gave way to a black fug of unknowing.
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Hey do you know about the giant turtle that the Earth is sitting on? I think its called the Skholpada but don't quote me on that.
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