Sunday, December 19, 2010

I saw Pandora gather her magick bag and go downstairs... secretly happy she was more secure there. Ob and the others had things pretty well planned... with places for each of us to watch, with the knowledge we would all go where most needed. I burnished my sword with the cloth of my pants... wanting it to at its best. All of us were absorbed in finding ways to pass the time till we knew what would come of Jean-Marc and his crew.

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