Babushka

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♛ "Oh? Do you want to hear another story?" ♛ _________________________

B I O G R A P H Y Main Theme: Home- Undertale ______ "And that is my tale for today,” she finished her story and tucked her wings against her back. It been a legend of warriors, one that the kids thoroughly enjoyed. A little one approached her and curled up under her flowing white scarf, resulting in a deep chuckle from the large dragon. Her brown eyes glanced over each of the hatchlings before her, remembering each and every one of their stories and how they ended up in her care. Some were the offspring of her clanmates but others were found abandoned, just as she had been in her younger years. ______ Rain poured down on her and bounced against her scales as the snapper cowered under the leaves of a near-barren tree for shelter. There was nowhere to go for her when her parents had up and left without remembering to call Babushka back to them. They were long gone and she knew it but still the young one cried out to the darkening sky around her in hopes of an answer. No one came. Long into the night she called for them or anyone to rescue her from the forest where she and her siblings would play. ______ A tear came to her eye but before it dropped, something began to climb on her arm. Babushka snapped out of her wandering thoughts and looked down to see one of the orphaned dragons staring up at her with big green eyes. “I can’t sleep,” she said softly as to not wake the others around them. A soft smile came to the older dragons lips before she touched the hatchlings nose with her own. ______ "Then I will tell you another story,” she said and began weaving a great tale as the little one listened intently before letting her sleepiness overtake her. _

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Far-off lands & soaring spires
Clashing swords & raging fires,
Stars that burst & light up a dreary night,
Heros that work to slay all ill and blight.

Upon the wishing star,
& among the ship less traveled you can ride
To sail until you make your mark,
in this cold world that we hide.

It has beaten you down enough,
So through these words, it's time to call it's bluff.
Show it you can imagine,
show it you can dream,
Fly on your tattered wings
To mend up what I tell: this world's forever ravaged seams.