Note: This is a random thing of writing and if by chance someone gets a story out of it by all means do so. Just send me a link so i can read it.
The day was young, the night was cold. The words formed under the guidance of the blackened ink stopping to take breath. The young scribe lifted the quill till it settled poignantly upon the small tip of pink tongue protruding from the mouth. Quietly reading the past passages nestled by varying hands embedded to crisp, snow, white pages. 'Mama,' came the tiny sound 'I wanner go now.' The gentle smile formed upon the mouth before lifting the young girl up and unfurling wings of ashen gold, lifting off the ground to enter the sky blue world of Air.
Suddenly a rough wind blew causing the golden hair girl to look upon that which had disturbed her. 'Wake up! It is time for work.'