03-12-2011, 01:40 AM
Shanta looked at the pup curiously. She had seen her twitching in her sleep, a usual sign of distress. She thought hard about this question, finally answering, "I guess it depends, realistic things could probably come true, but things like sprouting wings, would not happen. Why, little one, did you have a bad dream?" She waited patiently for a reply.
Shanta's hand stopped moving. She stood up, stretched, and then focused on her shift. Her lupus form so comfortable and quite the reminder of her family. She sat next to the pup again, eyes on the fire. Sometimes, she wished she could read omens and prophecies, others, she knew it would destroy her.
Shanta's hand stopped moving. She stood up, stretched, and then focused on her shift. Her lupus form so comfortable and quite the reminder of her family. She sat next to the pup again, eyes on the fire. Sometimes, she wished she could read omens and prophecies, others, she knew it would destroy her.