Quill
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Post by Quill on Apr 16, 2011 11:38:36 GMT -8
A'ryllis was hungry. So very hungry. Molotoph got her fill, two plump goats and it was now her turn to dine in the cusine of the Eyrie. Granted, it was not the best, but it was better than the crap food she was cooked. Of course, there was a problem.
She was alone--well not completely. Molo was her side, patient as she could, which was a lot. No one else. It was dinner time. Had everyone decided to hole up their crevices, shelthered away from the rest of the world. Why, that seemed silly. She looked at her meal, full of rice and other colorful foods and then she groaned. Living with a bunch of people meant you got to eat in a group. Besides, the more company you had, the better the meal tasted.
Glaring at the meal in front of her, she kept her eyes fixed on all doors. If anyone, her brother, room mate, or best friend walked in, they would get a proper greeting. |
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