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- Almond Wand 14 1/8" Essence of Phoenix Tail Feather
Emilie was restless. She had woken up and been tossing and turning in attepmt to sleep again. In the end she gave up. She lay looking at the ceiling; her mind wandering. After a while the ceiling got a little boring, so Emi carefully slipped out of her bed. She chucked over jeans and a hoodie over her PJ's. Then she crept down and out of the common room.
Somehow she had ended up at the lake, she wandered down by the shore, and took a seat. She brang her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. The lake looked so peaceful at this time of night, the moon, shone brightly, giving the water a sliverly effect. She spotted an owl flying into the owlery and wondered if it was Belle. She smiled to herself at the thought of her beloved owl. Looking to her side she spotted a flat rock; perfect for skimming. Her Mum and Dad had taught her this, when she was younger. Whenever they went camping by a lake, Ryan, Rubie and Emi would have a competition to see who could make theirs skim the most. She stood up, and positioned the rock in her hand. Remembering what her Dad had set, she flung it out, and watched it skim
"One... two, three... four" she counted until it sunk. Then she sat back down, like she had done before, bring her legs up, while still looking for more rocks.
Somehow she had ended up at the lake, she wandered down by the shore, and took a seat. She brang her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. The lake looked so peaceful at this time of night, the moon, shone brightly, giving the water a sliverly effect. She spotted an owl flying into the owlery and wondered if it was Belle. She smiled to herself at the thought of her beloved owl. Looking to her side she spotted a flat rock; perfect for skimming. Her Mum and Dad had taught her this, when she was younger. Whenever they went camping by a lake, Ryan, Rubie and Emi would have a competition to see who could make theirs skim the most. She stood up, and positioned the rock in her hand. Remembering what her Dad had set, she flung it out, and watched it skim
"One... two, three... four" she counted until it sunk. Then she sat back down, like she had done before, bring her legs up, while still looking for more rocks.