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title: Amylee Mouserel
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description: NPCs the party has met on their adventures in the Faewolde.
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date_pub: 2023-07-04T23:11:00-04:00
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section: npcs
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content_type: feature
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short_code: nram
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---
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<div class="imgWrapper">
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 and released under a [CC0](/licenses/cc0/) license.](/images/rivertail/amylee-mouserel.jpg 'Amylee Mouserel')
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### A Timid Mouse
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_by Amylee Moserel_
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A timid mouse, amidst enchanted boughs,<br />
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In this mystic forest, where silence allows,<br />
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I scuttle through the shadows, unseen and small,<br />
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A creature of grace, within nature's thrall.
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With whiskers quivering, I explore the unknown,<br />
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An observer of secrets, a world of my own.<br />
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In hidden nooks, I find solace and peace,<br />
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A humble poet, seeking nature's release.
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Amongst the mossy floor, I pen my prose,<br />
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In solitude's embrace, my verses compose.<br />
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In whispers soft, like the rustle of leaves,<br />
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My words find flight, in a language that breathes.
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The enchanted forest, my sanctuary divine,<br />
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A tapestry of wonder, where dreams intertwine.<br />
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I observe the dance of sunlight and shade,<br />
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In the delicate balance, my heart is swayed.
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Each tremor of fern, each whisper of tree,<br />
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A symphony of nature, unseen by most eyes that see.<br />
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I dwell in the margins, a humble poetess,<br />
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Translating the beauty that many fail to express.
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Oh, gentle petals and dew-kissed blooms,<br />
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I gather your essence, your fragrant perfumes.<br />
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Through tiny windows, I glimpse nature's soul,<br />
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And capture its essence, in my verses' fold.
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In the hushed stillness of this enchanted domain,<br />
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I seek truths whispered, unburdened by strain.<br />
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A field mouse's voice, tender and discreet,<br />
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In the heart of this forest, my poetry shall meet.
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So, let the meadows be my canvas pure,<br />
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Where verses unfurl, gentle and demure.<br />
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For in this enchanted realm, where secrets reside,<br />
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I, a field mouse poet, find solace and abide.
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_Created with [ChatGPT](https://chat.openai.com/) and released under a [CC0](/licenses/cc0/) license._
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