Date Posted:21:08:42 07/09/02 Tue Author: Arili Subject: Arili runs in, breathless with joy and anticipation
She quickly finds her three flits, and they croon sweetly as they take their places on her shoulder. Her bronze, Machin, is protectively around her neck, while her small silly blue Azul, perches on top of her head untill she laughingly moves him. Her brown Roi, is trilling loudly on her left shoulder however, and they all join in, untill it is very loud in Arili's position, she hushes them and then strides out, happy to have her friends back.
