[Look who's chilling in a tree near her tree pod.  Yep, that's Fang.  And she makes sitting on a tree branch high above the ground look easy, graceful, even.  Leave it to the questionably mad person to be good at this sort of dangerous thing.]

Relax, people.  That jungle last week was a piece of cake.  Besides, no one died, right?

[She smiles ( Read more... )

[Fang is laying on her back on her bed, wearing nothing but her short, black top that doubles as a bra, and her black boy shorts.  Is she trying to tempt someone?  Maybe.  Fang is Fang.

Or is it laundry day?  That may be more accurate.  That sari doesn't wash itself.

So with one leg bent at the knee, she balances her other leg on that thigh, showing ( Read more... )