by Knight Errant » Thu Jul 31, 2008 8:31 pm
Berry looks up at grant a strange hope in her face.
Maybe... if I have Grant... things will turn out all right...
She tries to tell herself not to act like a girl, but finds that the words wont come. A part of her had fallen silent... but a new one was being born.
Slowly, hesitantly, Berry leans in and kisses Grant.
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
Click the eggs... feed the dragons.