by Adelie » 12/24/2008 9:19 PM
"Sure," Tempest called after the departing creatures, who were quickly getting out of sight in the thick foliage. "Wait up, won't you? Not all of us have wings!"
Well, admittedly, she did have wings, but not ones you could fly with. And she had yet to see someone in anthro form go flying through the air in any way except after getting pushed off a cliff. With a great sigh, she broke into a run.
and if you ask how i regret that parting:
it is like the flowers falling at spring's end
confused, whirled in a tangle.
what is the use of talking, and there is no end of talking,
there is no end of things in the heart.
ezra pound,
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