by Sturlin on May 28th, 2010, 3:49 pm
Cats were crazy. So were magicians. That was why they made such a good pair. They complemented each other quite nicely. As Sturlin went to sit down again he gave the horses a wary look and shrugged off his discomfort at the idea of trying to ride one again. He loved the horse, what he disliked was the falling. "We will be leaving soon," he said with a glance skyward, "I am not sure how long the weather will hold.
"Cuddle with Mr. Pickles as long as you like. There is no rush. But once you are done I think we will seek our cave. Then we will look forward to seeing you once more on the first." His crooked smile appeared once again.
The key to power is focus
The key to focus is calm
The key to calm is peace
The key to peace is power