((And lo, it shalt be doneth to thine own will ))

((Thou shalt watcheth me maketh thine sacred threadeth))

She nodded and led him through the labrynth and the seven barriers, lost in thought.


((Should I make the thread or will you?))

He grabbed her hand and gazed into her eyes. "It looks like we are taking a trip to the library."

((*twitch*))

Aveira stood up and placed the box back where it was. I understand his hatred. Not even Di knows I've done this...