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Updated: May 21, 2025
Sheep-bells, that was it. Sheep-bells across an English down at twilight! Sara had never seen more than three sheep in her life; and those three didn't wear bells; and she had never heard of a down. And yet, Avrillia's voice sounded to Sara exactly as I have said. Moreover, it drew Sara softly to her side. Her dress smelled like isthagaria; and it was very soft to touch.
The nearest I can come to explaining is to say that it tasted a little like custard and a little like ice-cream and a little like a sort of candy Sara had forgotten the name of. And it had a fragrance something like that of isthagaria.
It was written on a rose-leaf, of course, and it had a delightful faint odor, not only of roses, but of isthagaria. Sara opened it, and read, "We're leaving on the early boat. Would you like to go with us? We'll be gone all day." There was no answer to that but to run as fast as she could down the little curly path.
Just as Avrillia had said, she could pass her hands across their wicks without being burned at all; they only winked and breathed out sweet odors each flame a different color and scent. They were as tall as her head, as she sat among them; and the one at her right ear was of isthagaria, while the one on the left faintly suggested tinnulalia-flowers.
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