That was a sunny day.
Cold Wind sat in his cave,
surrounded with dwarves.
He read old book long spells
of making magic paints.
The dwarves were putting down.
They wrote ingredients up.
Cold Wind promised to find
the ones in Queen Haze lands.
He took the yellow scrolls
and left the stony hall
of his obscure shack.
He came to Haze lands back.
The meadows scattered fade
small flowers, but Cold Wind
could not find what were need.
Wind found too few leaves,
and He gave up indeed.
Wind turned back in his cave
and marked all what was grabbed.
No one receipt was gained.
Cold Wind put down his head,
deciding to give back
the old grimoire to Haze.
by Thea Ariss
01.10.2024
Vain attempts. The Kingdom of Mists
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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