Long time, no see!

Heloo!
(Hello.)
{Like, hi!}
Alright... WHOA! Litta, don't scare us like that.
{Sorry! I've got an itch.}
Alright, then go find some maiden or whatever you get.
{HM!!!}
Okay, everyone, give a big round of aplause to Everston! Hi, Everston, how was your trip?
[Well enough, thank you Emniastareiana.]
You've been reading the blog, haven't you?.
[Yes, you stone-faced elf.]
Good. For. You.
Now then, you were where?
[Dragon circle, in Scotland.]
Really? Neat. Now, do you remember what you were doing there? *and why you had to come back?!*
[I didn't have to come back, I wanted to.]
You heard that...?
[Yes. I was there about 'family'... afairs.]
Ah. Do you remember where I left off in the story?
[The maiden.]
RIGHT.

~~~Song Four~~~

Ashsa felt her fingers find something warm in the feathery mess. She burried her face where it was and let the sand in the air whip her feet.
"Hold on, Spinner!" the girl's voice said.
Suddenly Ashsa felt her stomack drop. She held on with all of her might.
But what good did that do?
Ashsa felt herself slip. Her Fingers tried to grip the feathers tighter, but it did no good. She fell into the depths bellow.
Her voice became hoarse as she screamed quietly.

"Princess!" a boys voice!
Ashsa felt feathers under her once more, and opened her eyes. She was riding a griffin! Ashsa held her breath and let go of the feathers.
"Where am I?!" Ashsa shouted over the fast winds and sand whipping her face.
"Hold on," the boy said.
Her stomack dropped as they did. She saw a small hut as they dropped.
The griffin landed, and Ashsa jumped of as the boy slid off with much more grace.
"Who are you?!" Ashsa demanded to know.
The boy kneeled down, and as other griffin riders jumped down from there griffins they did the same.
Ashsa put her nose to the sky and smiled wickidly. At last she found some servants who would be kind to her! She would at last be a real princess.
"Princess Ashsa, we wish to have you join our band," the boy, who was still kneeling, said quietly.
"Why should I?" Ashsa said, her jaw tightening.
Suddenly a girl jumped up and snapped, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN???" the girl walked over and stood face-to-face with Ashsa. "We rescue you from dieing in a moat full of starving crocodiles, and we get this in return!!!!!"
"Maybe you should have left me there," Ashsa said rudely.
"It's never too late!" the girl said as she dragged Ashsa to her griffin.
Ashsa started to put up a rather terrible fight.
"Tasi." The boy walked over to them. He grabbed the girl's hand and shook his head.
The girl took back her hand and looked down.
"You should," the boy said to Ashsa. "Because we protect Spinners. Your parents were going to kill you soon after they found out you had a gift, but then were going to save you until the next feast of Bloomsday. The day of the Spinners. The day they were going to burn all of them. You must help us to save your own kind!"
Ashsa looked into the boy's eyes. They were a silver, a colour she had always hated.
"Why? What did my own kind do for me?" Ashsa said.
"They saved you on your birthday. That old woman? She made your parents wait to kill you. You had three weeks, but it was easy to convince them not to do it," a small girl on the edge of the crowd of griffin riders said.
"Oh." Ashsa said.
Ashsa thought for a while. "I'll help you, but only a bit."
The crowd cheered, and the boy lifted up the girl. She threw her arms around him and laughed.
The girl was put down and then she said, "I'm Tasi."
The boy held out his hand. "Tristen."
"Ashsa, Princess of the Spinners."

Spinning is a rare gift, something someone can posses with a heart of words and a mind of good.
To find how to Spin, smile to the sun, let the rain fall, as the leaves turn brown; laugh.
Spin. Spinning. Spinner. Spun.