|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 11:59 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 12:15 am
|
Married Conversationalist
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 12:20 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 12:30 am
|
Married Conversationalist
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 5:25 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 5:31 pm
|
Married Conversationalist
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 7:25 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 7:35 pm
|
Married Conversationalist
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 7:49 pm
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/posts/say/say_b1_p.gif) |
Oburos blinked and then went over to Faye, moving slowly, "Faye . . . shh. It's okay, I'm here, I won't hurt you." he said softly. Then, slowly, gently, carefully, he picked her up again, staying in the shade. "I'll avoid the sun, okay? Shh. It's alright." he said, trying to be as comforting as possible.
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 7:52 pm
|
Married Conversationalist
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 8:11 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 8:19 pm
|
Married Conversationalist
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 9:56 pm
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/posts/say/say_b1_p.gif) |
Oburos stiffened for a moment before he realized that it was different from before and he relaxed into it. It felt . . . good.
"Oh, Oburos, sweetheart. Why didn't you tell us you were seeing someone?" Oburos's mother and father had entered the scene, the former being the one who spoke up.
Oburos tensed up again. "Mother!" he hissed out, glaring at her.
Oburos's mother laughed a tittering little laugh. "Oh dear, we've embarrassed him. Come, Oberon, come. Let's make ourselves busy elsewhere." she said, pulling her husband away away from the scene, who simply went along with it, though a new expression was on his face as he followed his wife.
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 10:18 pm
|
Married Conversationalist
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 10:33 pm
|
|
|
|
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|