the first flower after the flood.

Rio Marino · 06-17-2010, 07:00 AM

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sie does not fail. > Sad want to wrapums this up soon? get on with juiciness?

The sable wolfess was eager to hear her brother tell the tale that was written so mysteriously on the pages of the book. Though unsure of what to expect, she was eager, apparent in the smile that graced her lips. He began, and the girl let her eyes lose focus, her mind concentrating on the story and nothing else. His voice was smooth, carrying the words of the story beautifully — he never spoke above his usual volume, yet every word he read was clear, painting pictures in her mind's eye that were easy to see. Her brow rose, or her face took on a smile at the appropriate points in the tale. She had never been so entertained before.

The pale-footed girl giggled at the end of the last line in the tale, periwinkle eyes beaming. That was wonderful, Harlowe! she exclaimed, her voice soft. I love the story. It was more creative than she had expected. She especially enjoyed the characters that the author had invented. The Tueris wondered how much thought and time it had taken come up with something like the spectacular tale. A fanciful creature, Rio's imagination was vast; she had always enjoyed composing fantastical stories to herself while she played, most often alone. She'd done so since her youngest days. Humans, in their time, had been able to note their fantasies in books to stay in the world eternally. The girl was surprised by how elaborate their fantasies could be. You are very good at reading... I would like to learn some day.

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