Adorned with their flamboyant shields the knights of Elianthe landed of colored vapors of perfumed essences the powerful breath the flexible amble capturing with their hooves the energy of things covered .
Weapons Click Point no fierce faces point of medieval accoutrement .
Just a light breeze puffing out the tulle veil at the chapter entrance .
Asked who was there of the order of ceremonies from the depths of secret things from the light mist of the eyes of the demand of the forgotten of life .
The steeds reared up in front of the inter-living platform finely threaded laughing skewer passing travelers haves of grave icon blessing .
flowers and words laughter and black eyes the human cohort of broken hearts was shaking light marouflage on our mother earth twirls dances in wide dresses music made and unmade the established order of things .
