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birdsong; the forlorn mountainsides, strapon art moors, and blasted heathiands wore a fresh glory all their own in the form of wildflowers of every shade and hue; the rivers ran clean and uncorrupted, the water crystalline and pure.
Tir Allan was no strapon art more, strapon art Tir Gwyn stood in its place.
Tegid Tathal was the first to revive. Strapon art he opened his eyes, stood up, and looked around. Scatha lay nearby, dressed now in a mantle of holly green with a strapon art belt of cornflower strapon art blue and a crimson cloak edged in green and gold. Gwion lay at Tegid's feet, and Bran beside him, and around Bran the Raven strapon art Flight as Tegid strapon art remembered them-but now the strapon art Ravens' cloaks were midnight blue and each wore a torc of thick-braided silver. Strapon art cynan lay a little distance away, his hand stretching strapon art towards Goewyn.
And all of strapon art them, Tegid himself included,
reclothed in the finest apparel-of strapon art such material and craft, such color and quality as had never been known. Tegid, Scatha, the Ravens, every member of the Gwr Gwir and their prisoners-all arrayed in clothes of the most splendid color and craftsmanship.
The warriors' weapons strapon art had changed, too. The luminous luster of gold and bright-gleaming silver shone in the light of a dawn as clear and fresh as the first day of creation. The spears, both strapon art shaft and head, were gold, strapon art and golden too every swordblade and hilt. Shield strapon art rims, bosses and rings shone with silvery brightness.
Tegid turned his wondering eyes from the warriors and their weapons. He gazed skyward and saw the radiant heaven, alive with strapon art a living light. He saw the Foul Land made fair beyond strapon art words, and he began to understand what had happened.
Shaking, trembling in every part,