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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 3:03 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 3:10 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 3:47 am
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Professor Shaky Paws
It was a very battered book, simply sitting under a tree for anyone to take. There was a carving above it, and she did not understand the language, nor the symbols, but there was that about it which indicated it was created in memoriam. There were other items as well: a bottle, half drunk; a paper boat; a bouquet of not flowers, but odd and fragrant herbs; a belt that was well worn, but of obvious good quality; a brilliantly coloured scarf. The other items were of interest, but the book most of all. It was opened to a certain page with many underlines and notes in the margins, and there was a meaning to it beyond what she could comprehend with only a brief existence to draw from.
She began to gather up the things, seeing no need to save them out for one who was in no position to keep them. The scarf, sadly, turned out to belong to a minipet that had not been sleeping so much as gone very, very still at her approach. When she reached for the scarf, the creature lashed out at the air above her hand and then dashed off.
Reese gaze mournfully in the direction it went. The scarf had been very nice, indeed.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 6:16 am
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