ToothbrushWake up you sleepyhead!Rise up and make your bed.Walk to the bathroom sink.Look at yourself and blink.Go on and smell your breath,A stench that's worse than death.It's time to brush awayFor a shining new day.Put some of that toothpaste.Don't be slow. Don't make haste.Brush down your teeth and gums;You won't smell like the slums.Make sure you brush your tongueIsn't brushing so fun?Now then just wash it down.And let's go off to town!
Ciarto Chronicles 11After traversing the steep mountains, Ralian, Lorel, and Lucille had finally reached their destination: Talaria City, or the City of the Winged Heels. The city itself is situated on top of a steep cliff of the mountain of the same name. It is best known for several things in particular: scenic views of the Chasm Valley below, Talarian ale, and airships.Lucille was enthralled by the view and the sight of airships flying overhead. Lorel, on the other hand, has been to Talaria before, resulting in a not-as-enthusiastic-as-Lucille expression. Ralian was looking forward to the ale more than the view.With their next destination, Fairfen, being far away, Lorel suggested that they take the airship, which is the reason for their visit to the city. With Ralian's money, buying his own airship would be no problem.After a little sightseeing, Lorel led the group to the shipyard."His name is Sir Edward Airship," said Lorel. "Long story short, he's the only man to talk to if you want an airship."
Ciarto Chronicles 10"Hold it right there, Ralian Ciarto!" said a voice that echoed through the mountain pass. Ralian's two companions turned their backs to see the owner of the voice but saw nothing. Ralian himself, on the other hand, simply stopped and looked straight in front of him."Who are you?" Ralian asked in a vexed voice. "I have no time to play games."In front of him appeared a robed person. As the wind blew, the robe flew away, revealing a feminine figure, a bit younger than either Lorel or Lucille. She stood in front of the three, bearing a proud posture, demanding attention. Her face and hair are covered in black cloth."It doesn't matter who I am," she said. "Because you are going to die."With a swift reflex, he pulled the sword from the sheath of his belt and parried the incoming attack from the assassin. Lorel didn't even see it coming and was sent aback in shock. She too instinctively pulled out her sword. On the other side, Lucille raised her staff."Stay out of this," said Ralian to t