ruby and wyrd slept through the night, as comfortable as one could be with missing patches of fur. a grumbling lion had finally settled down and stopped licking the now almost raw patches that had been scraped.
this morning ruby and wyrd seem in a much better mood. smiling and talking to themselves. she cares for the sword again, shining and sharpening. *i am sorry that i have yet to prove myself worthy of you*
when they finish eating they begin to wait for the rest of the party. wyrd picks up one paw and shoves ruby's sitting form down. soon they are wrestling and playing like children. when they tire they sit silently. just lloking at them you know they are talking.
*oh, thankyou darling. my dreams were so disturbed. it feels good to play again. i thought i would be too scared to wake up. so vivid my visions of moguerat inviting a dark creature into his home, his heart. and seeing so many hurt.* wyrd nuzzles ruby and lets out the closest sound to a purr he has. *i hope it was not prophetic. i hate those dreams. to have to interpret such violence!*
OOC:i have based ruby's dream on one i had the other night. since most of her character is based on me it seemed appropriate.
[ 02-04-2003, 12:59 PM: Message edited by: RevRuby ]
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