faires

'No beggining, no end'


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

Me? I'm not bothered da the cold either, although my toes are starting to freeze little da little. The cappotto my brother gave me is effected da some kind of spell, it somehow protects te from the cold air of space, it makes te feel normal. There is no oxygen in space, but somehow, this cappotto helps te 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 da the moon-dial,
One più 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...