The bag of holding

Mati Church · 08-11-2010, 10:50 AM

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This was such a pleasant surprise, Mati could hardly believe that Anann was here, and yet she stood right in front of her, Rem included. She wasn’t sure what she was doing here until the golden wolf expressed her intention of finding her once again. The idea that her bag might be ready didn’t even pass through her thoughts, for it was far too soon for anything of the like. It felt as if they had just seen one another at the beach. The Church fey looked at the black stallion, not feeling a single bit of the fear that she had when they first met. Of course she was not running up the horse to give him a hug, but a gently touch on the nose was far more friendly then she had been the last time. Not at all. Mati spoke, finding that there was no better time then the present to be greeted by a friend.

She brightened at Anann’s request, her smile widening. Of course, please come inside. The artist would love nothing more then to give a small tour of her studio. Her excitement blinded her from any small gesture that might bring the bag that Anann wore to her attention. Mati gathered her book and pencil and at her words turned to look at the large horse, whom seemed to look fairly intent on coming in the house with them. The Major was unsure if it was such a wise thing, but the wolfess’ explanation made sense while at the same moment confusing her. She didn’t know that the horse had met her brothers, or that he was fond of them.

I think that my mother has put them down for a nap. Which meant that the Lt. General would be sleeping herself. Now a days the little males didn’t need an afternoon rest, but she thought her mother wished them to sleep simply because by noon they had tired her out more then themselves. She wore a face that was laced with thin ribbons of concern, confusion as well.

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