Phoebe
Branbast rubbed his head against Harper's palm, slinking the full length of his body under it. Phoebe was the only one who could get away with giving the cat pets on her terms, otherwise he preferred to pet the people and not the other way around. "Already? Forgetful is man for the year he has passed." the cat said tail flicking with either amusement or impatience - truly it was hard to tell.
But Pim grumbled behind him indicating impatience was the most likely answer.
"Prepare what? Silly boy! In Torchline we roam the sand and play upon the shore." he purred as he sat oh so dramatically. "To get a different sort of wet, you might say, than the sort of wet people get here day by day." the cat added with a growly sort of laugh.
But Pim grumbled behind him indicating impatience was the most likely answer.
"Prepare what? Silly boy! In Torchline we roam the sand and play upon the shore." he purred as he sat oh so dramatically. "To get a different sort of wet, you might say, than the sort of wet people get here day by day." the cat added with a growly sort of laugh.
I can see your sad story eyes,
So how do you have no words to say
So how do you have no words to say
