It was mooooooooorning. Morning was all warm and cozy. Even though Rikku was a little sunburned and a little hungover.
Ooooh, and she had a nifty
ring on her left hand. From Sven and Marina Fellina Katarina Whoknowsina's
superfly wedding. She couldn't believe the attendants hadn't thrown them out. She'd have to ask if anyone got a tape. Fake-weddings were kinda fun.
She had no idea what to do with the ring, though. Maybe she'd ask
Romeo what he and his friend were going to do with theirs?
For now, she was going to snuggle closer to her favorite Turk and watch how the light played off the small gem in the ring.
(just for mr. higurrhurrnurrhurrnurrhurrsssson.)