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 Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 9:58 pm
Emerwyn was greatful that Maryke - for that was her name - did not ask about her error. Emerwyn laughed lightly along. "Maryke. And, any time.
Will you be alright on your own now? I feel I should leave you to rest."
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 10:16 pm
"It was a pleasure to help you. I hope that you feel better." She placed a hand on Maryke's shoulder, and smiled one more time.
Then, she turned to leave.
When she got outside she breathed in deep. She knew that Maryke would be fine, and she was glad she was there to help her. It reminded her of when she had spoken to Greer, so long ago. She had been such a comfort to her, like a sister. She wished she could have given as much to Maryke as Greer had given to her.
And, Emerwyn got back to her own duplex, which she had not been in in a long while. There, she removed a pen and paper, and began to write, the words that lay trapped in her head flying out.
Soon, Jerrick. Soon...
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 9:22 am
That nose of hers was damn useful. She knew alot of peoples scents by heart and following that little black dot was strangely easier than expected. She wanted to find Marke, the nice lady seemed to understand some things that noone else really did.
She came to a door at last and looked up at the duplex with a grin. This was it, it smelled of marke. Success! Grinning widely the little cheetah girl raised one of those furry fingered, paw like hands and tapped the door with her claws, partially scraping as a dog would at the back door. Colche had never quite gotten the idea of knocking but she knew most duplex's were closed to her so she had to do something to make the door open.
Waiting for a moment she scanned the door and smilesd spelling out the number "Fuh..iftee..four" she smiled and nodded, duplex fifty four. She was gettign really good with numbers.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 9:41 am
Colche beamed when the door was open her sweet baby blue eyes fixed on the madam. Padding forwards a step she smiled at the lady before her. Colche never really mentioned transformations they were the norm around here, people came in with skin and soon they were fuzzy, scaley or aweny. However Colche couldn't help but look at markes ears "purty!" she stated her sweet blue eyes perfectly serious. She wondered what creature could possibly have such cute furry ears. Giggling lightly she hugged marke gently her own ears twitching, she was glad the lady didn't seem too sad by her changes.
She had come in search of Marke to ask her some questions, she would understand she was pretty sure. "Finded all on self" she grins looking proud of her self though she tapped her own nose with a claw.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 10:09 am
Colche giggled and settled down on the couch next to Marke, she hunkered up to the woman nesting almost in the older femmes lap. She couldn't help but take a second glance at Markes ears as they danced and if it was indeed possible, the little femmes lips curled in to an even broader smile. "Does marke knows what she is beings yet?" she tilted her head in a very cat like manner her ears twitching curiously.
Of course, being called Smart by somone like marke made her heart swell with joy. She didn't think she was clever she tried hard in ehr studies but smart wasa really neat word, she'd never been called smart before.
Looking up from her comfortable possition the little cheetah girl looked thoughtful her eyes looking distant for a moment.She had partially wanted to ask this question of Aubrey, but she was so busy of late she wasn't entirely sure she'd be able to find her to ask and Marke, Marke just seemed to know things without Colche saying it. "What does too young mean?" she blinked a confused glimmer in those blue eyes. She was still trying to work out exactly what she had to do to make Josh like her. The too young thing had to come first, though maybe that wasn't, THAT, important.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 11:04 am
Colche giggled and looked at markes ears one last time "something fluffy" she stated with a grin, she had to love those ears.
Going back to the subject at hand though the little cheetah girl took a deep breath, her tongue peered out between her lips and her brow creased in a deep thoughtful expression. She scrunched her furry fingers together for a moment as she tried to find the words she needed to explain to marke. Finally coming upon a solution she nodded and spoke quietly "I..likes a prince" she pauses for a moment acctually looking embarressed, Colche had never felt so embarressed since she admitted she liked josh to Aubre, then ultimately to Josh himself. She didn't all together understand the feelings, she knew they were theer and they confused her, she was after all an adult, it was just difficult for her to grasp the situation clearly.
"Prince says Colche too young." Her ears flattened a bit and she looked up at Marke a slightly confused glimmer in those baby blue eyes. Maybe she could over come the too young thing after all, she just had to find out how, Marke would know, she just seemed to know things.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 11:36 am
Unfortunately for Marke, Colche had never had the chance to do the whole reaching for something. Scrunching her brow she tried to understand Markes analogy of the situation. So she had to grow? Well she had done some growing over this past year, her transformation alone had made her at least a couple of inches taller. Looking back to the woman she shook her head. "Grows lots" She stated lifting up her foot to show Marke. She hadn't stood on her full foot for over half a year, she walked constantly on her toes as a cheetah would.
Humphing a little the cheetah girls ears twitched a bit. "Hows I make like Marke?" She was too young for Josh to like her, he had told her that, she had to convince him other wise, she was convinced marke would have the answer. "Don't understand what too young."
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