Polite. Turnip sat at the feet of his owner in silence, listening to her low grumbling while she silently, in the most lady-like fashion she could, cursed everything. The old cat looked tiredly up at the princess and could hardly see her harsh expression past her folded arms, her bickering becoming louder and more annoyed.More Like This
And then she snapped.
"It isn't fair!" her still soft, wispy voice cried. The sound bounced off the trees and rocks and echoed right back at her. She hoped that her cry had reached all the way down to the village, which she had a nice view of on the highest cliff in the mountain. She could see everything from up he
My Little Azalea Laurel sat inside, a bottle of Sprite in her hand, and stared out the big window in the living room. The condensation was wetting Laurel's hand and she watched in fascination as the water made half-spheres on her skin, like on a leaf. She supposed it made sense, and in retrospect she remembered thinking it was a little odd when water would simply roll off her in the shower. She continued drinking out of the glass bottle, listening to the sound of Tamani singing, off-tune, as he showered. She got up and went to the kitchen, humming to herself as she brought out bell peppers and mushrooms and carrots to make stir-fry.More Like This