Such Great Heights
02-10-2014, 04:55 PM
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I LIKE MY TOAST DONE ON ONE SIDE A creamy form wandered about, splashing through streams and watching the water splatter upon the sand as she walked on. It was a warm eve, the lady's summer thinned coat rippling in the breezes that passed by. Eyes the colour of the rapidly darkening sky wandered over the landscape with mild interest as she walked. As the beach came closer, the scent of a stranger met her nose. Curiosity twinkled in her blue-purple optics as she padded onward, seeing an interestingly marked figure sprawled upon a hollow log in the sand. Gold dipped plume would sweep across tapering heels jovially as she approached, a soft grin playing at her doll like features. "Good evening, sir." Thickly accented lyrics would murmur politely as she padded closer, her distinctly British vocals soft and sweet. She would regard him curiously, large eyes absorbing his unique pelt and lanky build. "Accent-y goodness" |