This post was edited on 10/04/11 and a WOTD added for that day, whole post was rewritten
Io was in a weird mood. It had been a few days since either of her 'encounters' and she was bored. It seemed that everyone was doing other things elsewhere and all had no time for the female. She stood outside of the caverns which hosted her home, birds chirped in the trees somewhere. Stupid birds, she thought, reclining against a rock.
Sarajevo was elsewhere that day also. and althought the female had been told where her son was intending to venture, she had not listened fully as her mind had been on quite other things. She was undecided about which male she favoured.Although when she had met Pheonix, Vesper had been in control, Io found herself enjoying the company of the polite male. While with the fierce, simpatico Revan, she found herself crumbling with nerves every time she saw him. Either way she was undecided.
Her body still ached from Revan's fierce treatment, but never the less she hid it as well as she could as she went about her business. She had forged a story of a fall to her son, who believe it and tended to her 'pulled leg muscle', fetching things for her. She couldn't help but smile slyly when he turned his back, she could be an actress.
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