Day 35: Wicker Street

[mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com]

[from here]

The sound of the dog lead Sheena to a building on the corner of the street. Seeing the name of it and the animals in the windows, she giggled, imagining how if Colette was here they'd never be able to get her to leave. The sweet angel would insist on staying until she held and played with every single puppy in the plac eand given them all names.

She'd only been gone a day and already Sheena was missing the simple things she'd come to accept traveling with her companions. She put her hand to the window, smiling softly (if a little lonely) at the puppy that noticed her and started wagging tis tail and licking the glass right where her hand was.

[Awaiting a chance to run into a sweet-toothed warlord!]

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[notaleaf.livejournal.com]

"Crazy things like the dark? I witnessed a lot of the darkness."

Wash looked over as she pointed toward the same restaurant Armand had gone into just a few minutes earlier. Food sounded like a good idea. He could never turn down food.

"You know, in some places, leaf-chasing is considered a sport," he replied lightly. "But I'll go with hunger on this one."

[transgenix.livejournal.com]

"Well then you had a relatively safe night," she replied, looking amused and lifting a hand to motion to him to follow her. "Come on."

[Going in here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/449885.html?thread=36630365#t36630365)]