A Cat Understands How To Be Pleasant

My Heart Bleeds Buttermilk. -daine

I Bet His Mother Was A Wyvern. -scamp

Without Patience, Magic Would Be Undiscovered - In Rushing Everything, We Would Never Hear Its Whisper Inside.

I Suppose He Could Have Changed," Neal Said Dryly. "i Myself Have Noticed My Growing Resemblance To A Daffodil." The Other Pages Snorted. Kel Eyed Her Friend. "you Do Look Yellow Around The Edges," She Told Him, Her Face Quite Serious. "i Hadn’t Wanted To Bring It Up." "we Daffodils Like To Have Things Brought Up," Neal Said, Slinging An Arm Around Her Shoulders. "it Reminds Us Of Spring.

Oh, Daja," Moaned Jory, "you Sound Just Like My Parents." She Ran From The Schoolroom. "well, There's No Reason To Insult Me, "muttered Daja, Half Offended.