Sep 09, 2009 22:15
Rain still being the luxury it was to Aravis, it was all she could do to not go outside and run around in it. She contented herself with lighting a few candles in lieu of turning on the electric overhead light, and opening the window.
However, Ata had not been so restrained when she had taken him out. Which was why she had spent the last hour painstakingly washing the mud from him and toweling him off. The room no longer smelled of wet dog, and his coat was beginning to gleam.
The door was open, either way.
[open door, open post omggggg]
here thar be dirty,
mat