The denizens of the shed look like a bunch of refugees, marching along in their jammies with a swarm of dragons and pyxies and faeries in the sky, and
a forward guard of elves and unicorns. The shed, following what ever magic was in it's making, had migrated again and the Sheddizens followed the
pull on their heart to it's new resting place.Upon sighting the shed, lucid let's out a long, slow note of a horn , letting those behind know the
shed had been found again
edit on 1-6-2017 by LucidWarrior because: (no reason given)
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