09-17-2012, 09:57 PM
Haha, totally passed out on you this morning for reals. I was all FOG OUTSIDE FOG OUTSIDE ZZZZ. x__x
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Sleep still clung to him in a comfortable embrace, despite his better efforts at staying conscious. Mephisto would have very much loved to crawl back inside and to the comfort and warmth of his bed at that point, especially coming out of a stretch. There was something in the rest and relief found in his joints and muscles that told him he was still tired. But tiredness came and went for him, and when Myrika suddenly appeared from out behind the corner of the mansion, he found himself stifling a remark of surprise.
She seemed well, but he would have not suspected her to be any other way. “Mornin’,” he said to her greeting, his tail wagging idly behind him on the dusty porch. He scooted over a bit to give her room as she joined him, nodding at her response. “When the nights were cooler than the evenings, and the air just as damp as the water. The fog was a lot worse at sea than on land, at least to me.” He remembered the foggy oceans well, and had not enjoyed them. But it had been a necessary hazard.