Post by Taylun|J'tan|Crow on Mar 9, 2004 18:45:15 GMT -5
Taylun looked around, much like home, only quiter. Her self-made fuzzy blue blanket lay on the cot. Extra writting skins and inks upon selfs, a half written poem scrawled hurriedly on the skin resting on the counter of the table. Shiny and valuble trinkets lined the drawers and her dragon, anuth, had curled up on her sand pile. Yes...this was a better home. A home away from home. Picking up her writting untesil she sat back down to fnish her poem.