by Knightdaniru » 11/22/2009 7:42 PM
The fenling seems to have been thinking for abit, then brought up returning later. Sounded good. It would probably be an easier journey on a fresh day. "That would be good. I could bring a friend or two along, too."
Willow would probably love an escape from her sister, of course. Gail might wanna come as well, but no guarentees. "Yeah, yeah." Zeira said, watching Maji's pebble distractedly, "That would probably be best.
((Sounds good. Just don't make it too long. As soon as I have 5 posts in it, I have a nother RP planned))
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!
The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth