Feetsy Feets

So I know everyone has been hanging on the edge of their seats wanting to know every little detail that goes on in my little nomadic life. Calm down, calm down. Instead of giving you juicy gossip to hold you over til my next fruitful update, I'll just say that things are going really well. Maybe really well. Maybe sometimes I get really excited and have to calm myself down so I look and act like a normal human being. Ok, I'm over it.

Some people don't like feet in their face. It's kind of funny really. I'm surprised I haven't gotten my toes bitten off, but maybe I'm just lucky. Me and Zillah were sitting in his bathtub, you know, the one that I want for myself, and I kept wiggling my toes in his face. He didn't like that much.

I've learned that in the world of Sea-at-tel, there is no magic. How can people exist without magic?? I rely on my magic so much to get me through my days. It feeds me, it keeps me warm, it protects me from fire, it brings me home, and it even helps when I'm stalking... er, wanting to know where people are. I can't imagine a place without magic, without just a hint of it. I've been warned not to use any ability if I do go there, but if mine or my own are threatened in any way, I will not hesitate. Zillah is going to dress me like a rock. I'm not sure how this is going to go about, and I hope it's not uncomfortable. But he insists that I will blend in better in that attire.

I appreciate green foods much more now. They were invented for me, you know. -=grin=-

Comments

Nadia Ravenswick said…
Green foods....

Yum.

Salad anyone? Throw in a fruit smoothie? Yummy.
10:16 PM
Zillah said…
Maybe there's just a little magic there. Perhaps I'll take you to the movie theatre. Or a drive-through car wash. *smirk*

And that's... a rocker, Lime. Not a rock. Slight difference. But you'll see.
2:11 AM
Lime said…
Zillah's going to take me on a date to Sea-at-tel! As a rocker!
7:28 PM
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