Raven Whitefeather Tue May 31, 2011 7:38 pm
"A'right, on da count of three...one...two...three" a large man counted off. He had dirty blonde hair and ice blue eyes. He wore a red flannel shirt and dark jeans. He was sitting on a bench with a small, blonde girl in his lap. Around them were many, many children and adults with blondish hair and various shades of blue eyes. Each and every one of them sang to the small girl in the man's lap...three of them with instruments, a guitar, fiddle, and violin.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Bobbi-Lyn. Happy Birthday to you!!" they all sang in various southern accents, some thicker than others. There were lots of cheering and clapping as the little girl gave a huge smile to everyone around her.
The man hugged her and gave her a blue box, "I know urr Ma and Pa wanted ta give ya this, but since urr my fav'rite neice, and urr Pa gave the ok, I present ya with urr present." He paused as the girl opened the box to reveal a nicely, carved black wand. "Happy birthday Bobbi-Lyn."
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"Ugh…" Raven groaned, waking from a very happy dream. She felt abnormally warm underneath the crisp white sheets and matching comforter of the bed. Wait a minute? Where the world am I?
Panicking, she threw the covers from her body. Even though the cotton was feather soft against her skin, Raven felt agitated by the fabric. Looking to both sides of her, she noticed that she wasn't alone. "Lina?" she questioned, "where in the heck are we?"