Post by KURI. (happy birfday to me :D) on Jun 24, 2007 6:35:05 GMT -5
Tiny blue eyes and a nursery-soft pelt defined the kit. She was clearly visible among the short grass, but when she was lucky enough to find a tall patch, the grass would not only hide her, but disguise her scent.
She didn't mean to leave camp. She didn't want to. But something she couldn't see stopped her from turning around.
She had been sent one more dream.
This time, only a small apprentice came to visit her. He told her to find a trail. A trail of what? She wanted to rush home to the nursery and forget all about these stupid dreams. Sighing, she lie down on the ground, surrounded by tall, waving grass.
[/center][/color]She didn't mean to leave camp. She didn't want to. But something she couldn't see stopped her from turning around.
She had been sent one more dream.
This time, only a small apprentice came to visit her. He told her to find a trail. A trail of what? She wanted to rush home to the nursery and forget all about these stupid dreams. Sighing, she lie down on the ground, surrounded by tall, waving grass.
