(( Oooh - cousins are always fun XD
Serrenedy, if you want to know what you've missed, I'd suggest reading through the posts... It's what I did, all eleven bloody pages.
And when I said I'd post after my college class, I was obviously lying. Thing is, I decided to go to bed and post in the morning, and then realised upon waking up at six that I'd promised to spend the day planting wild roses and various tree saplings in a park way out in the country. My back's aching, my hands are muddy and I smell of trees.
OHMYGOD AND THERE WAS THE BIGGEST WORM YOU'VE EVER SEEN IN YOUR LIFE. Thick as my thumb, honest. ))
I Suffer Mornings Most Of All
I Feel So Powerless And Small
By Ten 'O Clock, I'm Back In Bed
Fighting The Jury In My Head...
A hand slipped into hers, and pulled her gently but firmly across the room. Allowing herself to follow its lead, Pippa kept her head turned, her eyes unblinking and trained upon Aisha. The small girl looked slightly lonely, but only for a second; with lightning speed, she had sidled up to the girl with white hair and appeared to ask her something. A second later, Pippa's view was obscured by a wall of honey coloured oak, and she was distracted by the realisation that she was being taken up a flight of stairs. Stumbling slightly, she hurried to keep up. The floorboards were the same shade of aged brown as the walls, and covered with a thin layer of settled dust; each individual stair groaned slightly when stepped upon, as if unwillingly resigned to a life spent under many a stranger's feet. As she lifted her head again, Pippa recognised the hand leading hers as belonging to the man with black wings...
Ryu. That was what the man behind the counter had called him; perhaps it was his name, but then again, perhaps it was a nickname, or an alias. After a quick bout of reasoning, Pippa decided not to address him by it should he take offence for some reason; instead, she contented herself with watching the feathers upon his shoulders ruffle slightly as he lead her further and further up the staircase.
Serrenedy, if you want to know what you've missed, I'd suggest reading through the posts... It's what I did, all eleven bloody pages.
And when I said I'd post after my college class, I was obviously lying. Thing is, I decided to go to bed and post in the morning, and then realised upon waking up at six that I'd promised to spend the day planting wild roses and various tree saplings in a park way out in the country. My back's aching, my hands are muddy and I smell of trees.
OHMYGOD AND THERE WAS THE BIGGEST WORM YOU'VE EVER SEEN IN YOUR LIFE. Thick as my thumb, honest. ))
I Suffer Mornings Most Of All
I Feel So Powerless And Small
By Ten 'O Clock, I'm Back In Bed
Fighting The Jury In My Head...
A hand slipped into hers, and pulled her gently but firmly across the room. Allowing herself to follow its lead, Pippa kept her head turned, her eyes unblinking and trained upon Aisha. The small girl looked slightly lonely, but only for a second; with lightning speed, she had sidled up to the girl with white hair and appeared to ask her something. A second later, Pippa's view was obscured by a wall of honey coloured oak, and she was distracted by the realisation that she was being taken up a flight of stairs. Stumbling slightly, she hurried to keep up. The floorboards were the same shade of aged brown as the walls, and covered with a thin layer of settled dust; each individual stair groaned slightly when stepped upon, as if unwillingly resigned to a life spent under many a stranger's feet. As she lifted her head again, Pippa recognised the hand leading hers as belonging to the man with black wings...
Ryu. That was what the man behind the counter had called him; perhaps it was his name, but then again, perhaps it was a nickname, or an alias. After a quick bout of reasoning, Pippa decided not to address him by it should he take offence for some reason; instead, she contented herself with watching the feathers upon his shoulders ruffle slightly as he lead her further and further up the staircase.
