Reyna Crelos
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- Posted: Wed, 01 Oct 2008 05:17:51 +0000
(( This is a private RP between me and Ithiltari. Please no posting unless you are invited to do so by one or both of us. Thank you. ))
He had to be the happiest little godling in all of Creation. He had met someone new (and was still deciding about whether or not he liked said new person), had been introduced to the fantastic, sugary confection called 'cookies,' and had not yet been re-captured by either paternal unit. What a fantastic day!
Soto wandered about the Pantheon aimlessly before he finally came before a rather impressive set a doors. He made a face, however, at the glass on the floor, and was careful to tiptoe past the lot of it given his bare feet. Just where was this? What was that giant thing, and where were the aoidei to clean up the awful stuff that was on the floor?
He was pretty certain it was glass. He even knew for certain what glass was, if only because he had a talent for breaking it. It was funny watching his parents' servants skitter to clean it up just as fast as possible.
He giggled at the thought and shoved piece of a cookie in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as he glanced up at the broken windows where the glass had no doubt come from. Messy, messy, messy! But not my mess. This time.
He had to be the happiest little godling in all of Creation. He had met someone new (and was still deciding about whether or not he liked said new person), had been introduced to the fantastic, sugary confection called 'cookies,' and had not yet been re-captured by either paternal unit. What a fantastic day!
Soto wandered about the Pantheon aimlessly before he finally came before a rather impressive set a doors. He made a face, however, at the glass on the floor, and was careful to tiptoe past the lot of it given his bare feet. Just where was this? What was that giant thing, and where were the aoidei to clean up the awful stuff that was on the floor?
He was pretty certain it was glass. He even knew for certain what glass was, if only because he had a talent for breaking it. It was funny watching his parents' servants skitter to clean it up just as fast as possible.
He giggled at the thought and shoved piece of a cookie in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as he glanced up at the broken windows where the glass had no doubt come from. Messy, messy, messy! But not my mess. This time.