faires

'No beggining, no end'


It's amazing how these dragons can travel through space so easily. Even though Sandilia is bare, she doesn't seem to be bothered at all by the cold. She's flying through the pitch black skies as if there was nothing wrong.

Me? I'm not bothered by the cold either, although my toes are starting to freeze little by little. The coat my brother gave me is effected by some kind of spell, it somehow protects you from the cold air of space, it makes you feel normal. There is no oxygen in space, but somehow, this coat helps you breathe. I've always wondered how it does that, actually......

Dim vales - and shadowy floods -
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane -
Again - again - again -
Every moment of the night -
Forever changing places -
And they put out the star-light
With the breath from their pale faces.
About twelve by the moon-dial,
One more filmy than the rest
(A kind which, upon trial,
They have found to be the best)
Comes down - still down - and down,
With its centre on the crown
Of a mountain's eminence,
While its wide circumference
In easy drapery falls
Over hamlets, over halls,
Wherever they may be -
O'er...