VoyForums
[ Show ]
Support VoyForums
[ Shrink ]
VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, [2] ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 20:12:28 12/19/01 Wed
Author: Channa
Subject: *She bites her lip and smothers a fit of laughter. Crooning...!*
In reply to: Wessae 's message, ""At least I'm not crooning.." she grumbles faintly, unable to keep the dawning grin from her features." on 19:53:48 12/19/01 Wed

*Channa nods, black curls bouncing. "I know I'll cry. Well, now that I'm here, I know I will. OH! Did that just move!?" She stares at a nearby egg, entire body tense, before calming. "I'm starting to see things now..." she laughs weakly. "Oh goodness! When you two Impress! Oh!" Her hand goes to her heart, as if she could stop it's pounding that way. She grins half-heartedly at Wessae's description of her brother, still staring at the eggs like they were mutating into gigantic wherries or something of that sort. "Took me... oh! She pulled me aside to tell me some news, and then made me eat more." She winks; one of her habits was not eating as much as she should, which her sister corrected forcefully as often as she could. She jumps a foot off the sand as she imagines that same egg rocking again. In landing, the girl loses her balance, slips, and sprawls on her back, staring straight up, an embarrassed, sheepish, and self-amused grin on her face. "Takes talent, you know," she mutters, not making much effort to get up from the scorching Sands.*

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

Forum timezone: GMT-5
VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB:
Before posting please read our privacy policy.
VoyForums(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems.
Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.