Feb 02, 2002 17:25
Sylvain came onto the path, her tail high as she strutted. The Prism Cat had brief words with Anic, telling him truths as a double edged sword.... as all good prism cats do. The cat knows more than anything and anyone upon the parts...as many creatures of the fae do. But to get her to speak a straight truth is nearly impossible. she left with these words..
We shall meet again young one, when such things amuse me more....As for now, warm is the sun...Away to the mists I go before I bore...