crumbling like pastries -- p, jacob

[london r.]

She had been asked to come to the leader's den before she left for the Typhoon, so that was where London could be found heading. She would hum a soft tune, a melody from one of the songs she had once loved to sing back before everything had briefly been filled with so much darkness. Back before she had been all alone. Now she couldn't imagine any day ever being like that again, unless of course a strange unknown sickness came to the tundra, just like the one that had come to her old home. But that wouldn't happen, that would be ridiculous, and so the albino tossed those thoughts aside. There was no need to fill her own head with nightmares.

But back to business, the Chief had said that he needed to give her something for her trip, and so the girl had first prepared a basket of gifts to give to the Typhoon for once Melantha and her got there. Just things that one might expect from the tundra tribe, hot chocolate packets, kettles for the hot chocolate, then some toys she had kept from the gas station and some books she had grown tired of reading. Now all that was left was whatever Jacob wished to add in there. She wondered what kind of present he had for the pirates, surely it would be something grand. Like a totem or something tribal like that. Oh, how wrong she was.

[member=112]jacob w.c.[/member] sorry for the delay!