The stream was cold and the small fish swum around your hand

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=58966&page=17#161 Author: IvyCat Time Posted: 4/17/2018 at 12:46 AM The stream was cold and the small fish swum around your hand

She laughed a bit from the tickling fish

The Spirit Kitsune bows it's head once and gently touches his nose to your forehead, you feel a soft feeling of warmth flow through you, the other kitsunes walk off and disappear the cream coloured one stays for a moment then fades too.

A butterfly flew past your ear, not much was happening around here.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=58966&page=17#164 Author: IvyCat Time Posted: 4/17/2018 at 2:30 PM A butterfly flew past your ear, not much was happening around here.

She smiled. It's really pretty around here she thought

A koi jumped out further up the river. It wasn't cloudy.

The Spirit Kitsune bows it's head once and gently touches his nose to your forehead, you feel a soft feeling of warmth flow through you, the other kitsunes walk off and disappear the cream coloured one stays for a moment then fades too.

The Kitsunes have gone but Larry still felt warmth from Spirit's touch enveloping him, penetrating every cell in his body, bonding him with the Spirit. Larry remembered old man's words, " It's up to you now to free them"... From the everyday world where he knew everything and everyone a door into unknown was opening. But where should he start? Larry felt that he has a special connection with the Spirit that might help to find him.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=58966&page=17#166 Author: IvyCat Time Posted: 4/18/2018 at 12:54 AM A koi jumped out further up the river. It wasn't cloudy.

She began to hum, happy with the nice weather

you felt a warm breeze run past you, you found yourself in a field. The breeze ran over the grass, making it sway gently. The sun shone down brightly, no clouds were int he perfectly blue sky. A forest surrounded most of the field, but it stretched further towards the sun and built into a hill. An oak tree lay somewhere in the middle and you could hear a stream trickle quickly behind it. You had a feeling that something was still there, even if you couldn't see it.

A bird flew up and sat on your shoulder, singing a song confidentially.