Karla lay on the bed, limbs askew, hair tangled, skin still flushed. "Mmm..." Words were still rather difficult at the moment. In case there had been any doubt, pollen plus wing-scritches were definitely a good recipe if one wanted a pouncy Warren.

Which was handy, because this week Karla most emphatically did.Stretching, she floated the clock up ( Read more... )

Karla had been packing for her move to Haven, to spend a few months being an unofficial Queen to a village full of refugee Black Widows. Had been, however, because 'packing' apparently meant 'getting chased of her chambers by Helene and several other maids while they packed because no guest leaving SaDiablo Hall would ever be seen unpacking the ( Read more... )

After her conversation with Roy yesterday, Karla had been...thinking about some things. specifically, thinking about the toy she'd picked up for Dean's class, now safely vanished away where no one could see it or know she still had it. But as much as she'd been able to ignore it since buying it for her assignment, talking to Roy had reminded her it ( Read more... )