Date Posted:10:29:57 08/24/02 Sat Author: Millicent Subject: Re: waiting In reply to:
Millicent
's message, "waiting" on 18:50:59 08/23/02 Fri
Sitting up from her rest Millicent whistles or tries to it turns in to part whistle, part hiss and part spitting on her self. "I can't even whisstless any more." Millicent offers her arm as a perch. Passion lands clinging tight with her talons. "Love I want you to go check the Kilven dens for me. Don't go in just poke your lovely head in." Millicent sends a pitcher of the outside of the den to Passion. Passion coos in response and lunches her self into the air.
