new prints | sherbet ; open/joining | old ties

[SHERBET]

Most of the tension fizzled from Sherbet's body, his kneading stopped, "It's been...a long two years. It's nice to meet you Captain Morrison." With a deep respectful nod, the pastel tabby paused, "I didn't go out much on the Glades, and tended to stick to select few." A wry grin crossed his face as he recalled one of many reasons why, "It's a bit hard to clean sand off yourself when you're perpetually, quote unquote, melting." Sherbet gently loafed as he thought about his favorite area of the Glades (he'll never have something like that little area next to the boardwalk ever again), "I loved the beach, and I still do, but it's something I treated myself to instead of milling around a lot."

As he pulled himself of out his reverie, he startled himself with a long mreow of laughter, "I hate to break it to you, Captain, but I failed Geography to pass Math." His laugh fading into snickers as his green eyes moved to where the aquatic wolf was looking at the big wyvern, and hummed teasingly, "A wyvern of the seas, huh? I can agree with pretty, Captain."

"Speaking" & 'Thinking'