
Posting Goddess
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Location: East of the Sun and West of the Moon
Re: Cold Toes
Her smile grew as she read Evony's answer. "Ah, I'd not thought of mist. Though I believe you are right now that I hear it." She pondered the new riddle a moment, a feeling of foreboding growing at the riddle's tone. A light wind swept past her and she looked Evony in the eyes. "'Tis an army of raindrops you speak of, lovely Evony. Yet another I have to share, if your ears are still willing to listen.
I'm as small as an ant,
as big as a whale.
I'll approach like a breeze,
but can come like a gale.
By some I get hit,
but all have shown fear.
I'll dance to the music,
though I can't hear.
Of names I have many,
Of names I have one.
I'm as slow as a snail,
but from me you can't run.
What am I?"
Her eyes followed the subtle movements, pondering this strangeling as she bit into her own apple and awaited an answer to her riddle.