12-05-2009, 08:40 PM
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| http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... /xeris.png); background-position: top; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:8px; padding-top:70px;"> http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... are_80.png);"> Xeris was a bit startled when the door to the cabin suddenly opened to reveal Damascus. She smiled. He always did seem to have a way of busting into things. At least Pendzez wasn't home, he would have thought that the grey, burnt-furred wolf was some kind of dangerous intruder. Looking up to meet her old friend's eyes, the white-furred wolfess spoke up. "Hello, Damascus," she said with a bit of a chuckle. "Still busting things down all over the place, aren't you?" She was glad to see that banishment hadn't affected Damascus in the way it had affected her. He seemed to still be in good spirits, whereas she had reverted to a shy and fearful personality--which, admittedly, was fading as the time passed in Phoenix Valley. She saw him head over to her fireplace--naturally, that was where he'd go. He'd taken the time at the Retreat to teach himself the use of fire. It had always weirded out most of their other friends, his obsession with the flames. Xeris smiled again. "Thank you," she said. "A fire would be lovely." He asked if she lived here alone. "No, Pendzez lives here too." Realizing that her friend probably didn't know who Pendzez was, she added, "He's their father," looking down so as to refer to her unborn children. |