SirenCymbaline

"A shame, that this Eras has not been helpful to you. That's a fine age, though. 'Twas the age I went to war." I took a moment, to think of ...

Siren squealed with delight, and splashed at Sevy and Tamika. Well, it was aimed at Sevy and Tamika. Lorcan, Juniper, Hero, and Lunis, Rose, and Ryder were drenched only by ...

I had initiated this conversation as a meaningless pleasantry, but was mildly surprised to find myself sympathizing with Zephyrus, if only in passing. "It's quite alright. War children, were you? ...

Huh. I'd had Edward pegged as a scholar of Venus. My reading could not have been further off. I nodded sadly, in tune with Damascus' sympathies. "Me too. To be ...

"God, I hope I remember thish." I breathed, in between bouts of laughter.

Well, a demon clown he may have been, but Zephyrus only wished to be helpful, and on principle I avoided making enemies unnecessarily, so I decided to overlook his crimes ...

"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, ...