Send Me a Postcard
Skills
09-08-2020, 05:07 AM
The sheer joy on her was contagious, and wormed its way into his heart. He managed a smile on his own, a sort of pained, wry, amused thing. He would do anything to see her laugh again. “I’ve had few rights in my life, this one i’m keeping” he warned her as she told him not to worry. She had granted him freedom, and well he only took it in small measures, there were some guilty pleasures he wouldn’t relinquish freely now that he had a hold of them. He turned his gaze back to the bear with a frown. She was right, it was the first proof of them working together as a cohesive unit. There was a certain measure of pride to be had to that. “I hear a rabbit's foot is lucky, surely a bear’s can only be luckier?” how did one preserve a foot. Hmm…. "Speech" |
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