.they say actions speak louder than words; so i don't overdo my talking. thoughts penetrate mind o' vix'n as she treads 'pon this new loam. twas an int'resting place. full of flowers and the sickening color of pink. yet she could learn much from it, so she continues her journey. pistons and flints drag her forth, leaving behind the sparse brush and entering the land of preps. distaste grows on tongue as she enters further into the land. too pink, too nice. she was here for one reason, and one reason only- to see what these preps could teach her. text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text