( Last night, I had a dream... )

Karla wasn't actually all that happy to be human again. For one, there was the fairly humiliating way she'd turned back. She owed Warren an apology for laughing at him for changing at the Strawberry Social. For another, it had been...easy...being an Arcerian kitten. She didn't have to think about Agio or Jaenelle or the letters stacked neatly on ( Read more... )

Karla woke up in an excellent mood. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the whole day was just...shpadoinkle.

( What the Hell did that mean anyway? )