by HorseGal » Wed Oct 14, 2009 4:35 pm
After moving around, Christie went to work, rolling her sleeping back. She was making sure to roll it good and tight so that it would fit into her backpack. After the rolling was done, she turned to Rapidash and whistled. Rapidash's ears pricked up at the sound of the whistle and he trotted over to her. "Hm, what should we do today," she wondered aloud. "Let's go visit Sam."
Rapidash snorted, thinking about the Haunter, Seth, but eventually agreed to go with Christie. He walked along beside her as she went to go visit Sam at his resting place.
"Good morning sleepyhead," she said jokingly. "How are you?"
"You alone can make my song take flight, help me make the music of the night."-Phantom POTO
"There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star." -Henry Thoreau
