SirenCymbaline

"Hah! Indeed it wash. You'lll have to tell me, about thish Aurryon, someday." I said, leaning down to spin the bottle. Dizzied from the motion of moving down, and up ...

Siren chirruped happily at being pet, in some froglike imitation of purring. Her eyes lit up at Tamika's suggestion. Here, however unlikely, was an opportunity . "Why don't you join ...

Boris scooted behind James to look at little duckling Damascus over his shoulder. He couldn't have supressed a smile, if he tried.

Siren blinked up at her rescuer, and patted his chest gratefully, as was only polite. "Thank you." she wheezed. She was not really that winded, she just had a wheezy ...

"Wilshon." I said immediately, then I leaned back in my seat, and stroked my chin ponderously. "Vir-gin-ity." I said the word slowly, as though I had forgotten how it was ...

I blinked at the bottle, and registered its orientation. "Oh! Esshhel, esshellent. Truth, for me. I'll do a dare, effventually. When I can be arshed to move."

"Yellow! And brown. And they have little wings, and webbed feet, and a beak-" Boris lifted a hand to his face, and put his thumb underneath his fingers, mimicking the ...

I listened with fervent fixation throughout the entirety of Engel's story, and it was not without effort that I avoided interrupting him with anything more than the odd stifled chortle. ...

Siren was lying in the fountain, breathing underneath the water, contemplating the nature of many things. She had started with the butterfly that landed on her nose several minutes before, ...

I stood up, and addressed Kartiel properly, arms crossed in the style of a lecturing professor. "I second Aegeas, there. And data on what, exactly? What is it you want, ...

This looked promising- more promising by far than what I had anticipated. An intrigue that began with a freshly minted immortal with a predeveloped disregard for personal preservation, and added ...

Having amassed a respectable pile of firewood myself, I too made haste for the camp. "Don't worry about it, too much." I said. "Engel is cautious. I have faith that ...

Having run out of bother, I closed my eyes, rolled over on the couch, and gave him an obscene hand gesture.

"Oh! Wassethe...wassthe mosht embarasshingly pathetic injury you've ever resheived?"

I followed behind, and until we were safely out of earshot, spoke only of firewood, in what direction it might be found, how we might light it. It was not ...