by Knight Errant » Fri Oct 14, 2011 2:21 am
Volvados sighs with relief as she escapes prying eyes... cursing her curvy form. As the man, or thing, orders her to step onto it, she does so with a huff. "Good... then I wont have to listen to your ramblings anymore."
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.