Harmony and Nona's Conference

*Harmony* · (This post was last modified: 08-22-2014, 09:00 PM by Harmony.)

Playfully she would dance along the side of the rapids, but about six feet from the actual water itself to avoid being swept away by the infamous current and get herself killed. "My sweet, why do you flow so dangerously?" A small smile would spread upon inky lips as the tempest would recline upon her rock outcropping once reaching the general vicinity of the stone. Quietly, she would lie down, curling her pearly banner about delicate paws, mismatched gems hiding away as she tightened into a ball of mocha and white fur on a canvas of bones. Gently she would sigh and unfurl herself, for she already was becoming hot in a small ball at the brink of sunrise. "Summer in the East is so miserable. How did my mother stand being pregnant at this time?" She would lazily yawn, inky lips parting to reveal a salmon-hued tongue.

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