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    faunnightngale posted an update in the group RP Level 0: The Clearing 1 week, 3 days ago

    This is Chapter 3 of Ivy’s Story. @greenplum-1504 @s-aforever
    Please tell me what you think. I hope you enjoy!
    Chapter 3
    Ivy shivered by the campfire as she ate her last meal at home. A feast in her honor.
    “Fiddle, Ivy!” Robin yelled.
    “C’mon Ivy!” said a man in the crowd.
    Soon everyone was urging her on.
    “Ivy! Ivy! Ivy!” they yelled in unison. Ivy sighed. She might as well, for the last time. She took the case out from under her chair, and smiled. She took out her bow, tightened it, and tuned her pride and joy. She raised her bow, and slowly began to play. Then, she began to sing. For an hour, she was completely and blissfully happy. Then, as she struck the last note on a solo she had been perfecting for years, her hair swinging, she stopped. Her family and friends surrounded her.
    “I’m so proud of you, Ivy.” Her Mother said quietly.
    “Thanks, Ma.” was all she managed.
    “I’ll miss you.” said her Father, so quietly Ivy almost didn’t hear him. A tear, slipped from her Father’s eye. The man she had never seen cry in her whole life. She ran to him, and they embraced.
    “I’ll miss you too, Pa.” she said, “More than you can possibly imagine.”
    Finally, after many tearful goodbyes, Ivy slipped away, giving her parents each a long hug.
    “One thing Ivy,” Pa said, “we have something to give you.”
    Ma handed her a small box. Ivy opened it carefully. Inside, was a small silver chain, with a small tree.
    “Your tree.” Ma said, “you can take it with you always.”
    “Thank you.” Ivy said. She gave each parent one more long embrace, and carrying her fiddle ran, one last time, to her tree. She climbed to her branch, and opened her fiddle case once more. She reached into the hollow, took out her books, and fit them snugly in the case pocket. Then, she played one more time, for herself. A slow, mournful tune, with so much feeling it made the birds cry out in sadness. A hand touched hers. It was Robin.
    “I’ll miss you Ivy, Warrior of the Forest, I will.” He said, “And heed me, the School may not be what you expect. They may make you wear a dress.”
    Ivy smiled.
    “I’ll be fine Robin, I don’t mind wearing dresses, they’re just not so practical.” she answered, “And, Robin, I’ll miss you too.”
    “Goodbye, Little One.” was all he said before slipping into the now falling darkness. Now, truly alone Ivy huddled closer into her tree.
    “Goodbye tree.” she whispered, “I will miss you.”
    “I’ll miss you too, Ivy.” the wind seemed to answer back. Ivy clutched her fiddle case, with her books and fiddle inside, and waited. A stymph shattered through the darkness and gently landed on her branch, and Ivy, gracefully as a swan, climbed onto it’s back. The stymph took off. Ivy looked one last time at her home, before whispering,
    “Goodbye Sherwood Forest.”
    “Goodbye.” it whispered back.

        bookworm87654321 replied 1 week, 3 days ago

        So awesome! I can’t wait to see what happens when Ivy reaches school!

          faunnightngale replied 1 week, 2 days ago

          Thanks! Wanna be tagged?

          bookworm87654321 replied 1 week, 1 day ago

          I’d love to. If I knew what tagging was. Can someone explain? I only started like a week ago.

          faunnightngale replied 1 week, 1 day ago

          Me too. It means it will show up in your notifications, and you can click on it.

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