Post by Giselle on Dec 20, 2017 15:56:27 GMT -5
Giselle leaned over the edge of the we'll, peering down into the depth. A crow stood on the ledge peering down as she did. It let out a squawk which echoed eerily down the stones and into the water. She wished she had a song to sing to the well about wishing, but the only some in her heart was not about wishing. It was about Love's true kiss. Maybe the week would accept that song instead of a coin. "I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss," she began, but she couldn't go on. Because she wasn't hoping that a prince would come with it. She liked Edward, but she wasn't sure she wanted to kiss him.
"Oh wishing well, I wish that I understood what I was feeling," she said softly, listening to it echo back to her. "I wish I knew why I don't like that song anymore. It's very distressing wishing well." She frowned and pulled herself up from the well. She looked over at the crow. "Come along Edgar. Our work here is done."
"Oh wishing well, I wish that I understood what I was feeling," she said softly, listening to it echo back to her. "I wish I knew why I don't like that song anymore. It's very distressing wishing well." She frowned and pulled herself up from the well. She looked over at the crow. "Come along Edgar. Our work here is done."