Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Nov 30, 2006 21:14:26 GMT -5
**A small squirrel stands alone on the parapet, her eyes scanning the beautiful star covered night sky. The maid sighs frustradedly, as her husband has not yet returned from his everyday travelings. She frowned, her pretty features curving into an unhappy position.
**THe squirrel's brown eyes turn black in the dark night. Her spring dress is replaced by a deep purple gown with long fur-trimmed sleeves. She waves them distractedly as she walked slowly to and fro. Her redish gold fur is turned to a dark brown as there is no moon. The squirrel's footpaws dig a path into the stone lookout. ANother audible sigh escapes her frowning lips. Where is he? He never went out this late before..... she scans the sky again, chest vibrating as she humms a small song.**
**THe squirrel's brown eyes turn black in the dark night. Her spring dress is replaced by a deep purple gown with long fur-trimmed sleeves. She waves them distractedly as she walked slowly to and fro. Her redish gold fur is turned to a dark brown as there is no moon. The squirrel's footpaws dig a path into the stone lookout. ANother audible sigh escapes her frowning lips. Where is he? He never went out this late before..... she scans the sky again, chest vibrating as she humms a small song.**
