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 The voice was a steady, sharp one. He spoke with sigh; Luna one again sensed the fresh, crisp air.
'What are you?' Luna's voice was barely an inaudible whisper. The creature's delicate ears flicked at the sound. He turned full to face her now. 'I am the Wanil of the night.' The words sent a tingle down Luna's spine. It was not one of fear; it was one of mystery, and adventure. 'What is your name?' The Wanil's answer was an unexpected one. 'Tell me what me name is.' Luna stepped toward the open window as if enchanted. Without hesitation she laid her hand on the Wanil's mane-covered neck and whispered, 'Your name is Vastwars'. |
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