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Jord was slumbering like an angel, dressed in mossy fur. Her nut brown hair spilled out into the roots, piercing the ground.
“It will take true love’s kiss to awaken her…” Yolanda teased, holding back the sleeping giantess’ head… and ushering me onwards:
I kissed her, a fluttering verbiage:
Jord’s black skin and moss brown eyes awakened, and she smiled serenely. “Why, you have awakened me from my cursed sleep…” the earth goddess breathed, her rich brown breast rising and falling with the wind. “What do you wish for my daughter?”
I eyed Yola, hesitant. She nodded encouragingly: “A wedding band fit for a queen.”
Jord creaked like old oaken wood. “Then you shall have it.”
She bloomed like a daffodil, and from her emblematic hands, arose a yellow diamond set on a copper band carved with the Elder Futhark, perfect for Jarnja’s strong ring fing
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