Daft

DoS Archive · Post by **DoS Archive** » Fri Jul 16, 2004 1:14 am

From: tormaye@aol.com (Tormay E)
Date: 30 Aug 1998 05:04:13 EDT

Tormay had snuck out of the house. He was so glad he was a fairy and while in training had learned more about his inherent magical skills. He had definately mustered up his fairy half of his personality. He had been learning new words too; Molleen made sure of that. This morning he wanted to know the meaning of 'daft'.

He blinked when the pretty lady Summer disappeared. At least, he thought she was pretty. He closed his eyes and underneath the balls shifted back and forth to reveal his deep concentration. Fairy dust sparkled along with opened eyes and the poofy presence of a flower. For a moment, he thought of Aislain and giggled at the memory of killing the cabbage in Araydia's garden. Aislain was so much fun. Satisfied and happy with his magical
creation, he closed his eyes again. The flower disappeared.

"Now the pretty lady will get my flower in the morning and she will know she is pretty."

He fluttered his wings and snuck back home.