01-24-2008, 07:00 PM
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before you tell yourself it's just a different scene Dierdre hummed a bit to herself as she walked toward the center of the territory, her tail flicking steadily back and forth. She hadn't been here in a while, but her grandmother Fatin had said that it was okay for her to visit whenever she liked. And the only way to find Fatin was to come in, and not just wait on the borders. She wanted to give her relative something, a painting that she'd done. Her mother's necklace hung on her neck, a reminder that Deuce would always be with her. It had been a foreign weight around her neck at first, but now she was getting used to it. And she liked wearing it. She carried the painting on her back, strapped to her so that it wouldn't fall off. She'd definitely need help getting it off, later on. Hopefully she'd be able to find Fatin. |