07-25-2008, 03:40 PM
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If she put her mind to it, she could remember a dozen or so homes that they had had in the past few years. This, however, might have to take the cake for being the most idyllic. Standing to where she could see the landscape that faded away to the shores of the glittering lake, her eyes grew dull — which they tended to do when she was faraway in her mind. And so she was; thinking of this place and the new life they would forge here. This lasted for a few moments before she drifted back to herself, and her olive eyes retained their fierce glint. Once Laurel was done speaking, she walked back to the place where they had left all the items and dropped the bag of stuff they had gathered earlier — though softly enough to where nothing inside would be damaged. By time she returned to the rest of the group, she heard Laurent ask what the name of the group would be. Her eyes flicked towards her long-time companion for his answer — Laurel was definitely the creative mind of their duo.
Nikita had to force back rumblings from her stomach at the mention of stew — something that was a little bit more desirable in some ways than shifting to all four legs and hunting down something the old-fashioned way.
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Nikita had to force back rumblings from her stomach at the mention of stew — something that was a little bit more desirable in some ways than shifting to all four legs and hunting down something the old-fashioned way.