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Apr 05, 2019 19:11:24

Grivendiri and Vanilla

by @monolesan | 223 words | 🐣 | 172πŸ’Œ

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Vanilla lied under the pink blanket on her pink bed with black pillows. The girl didn't want to get up, because the long day waited for her from the night.

The posters with monsters and ghosts were on her room's walls β€” she was interested in mystic and hoped that she would see some of these creatures by her green eyes. A figurine of Grivendiri, the character of a book "Bridges under Grivesee, the town in the Middle-earth near the big river", stayed on her desk near a closed laptop. The figure seems funny to Vanilla and when she was tired, she always sat in front of Grivendiri for a long time. 

Sometimes, Grivendiri talked with her, she listened to his voices that appeared in her head. She thought that she was crazy. And yes, she was. 

Their favorite topic was mystic birth of Grivendiri. They could talk about it all day. The voices in her head were curious about his origin. 

"Was it from the town, wasn't it?" β€” she tilted her head to the right.
"No." β€” said the figure.
"Was it from the magic, wasn't it?" β€” she tilted her head to the left.
"No." β€” said the figure.

Grivendiri was very matey and jovial, so he always said "No". It was his favorite and only one word that he knew.

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