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[atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/maevetablemiddle_zps0da77399.jpg] Thoughts. "Speech" She was caught between two worlds, Maeve realized suddenly. The woman-girl beside her had the teacher at odds. The human identity she'd grown with reasoned out that she was more...mature than Phallontine in the ways of being grown. But her dragon identity was struggling with the remaining strings that said clearly that she was but a babe in comparison. Thinking on it so much was proving to be a headache. Maybe it was just best not to try and explain it at all. What Maeve found a bit more concerning was that she had felt nary a stirring from her little Beast. The part of her that was dragon had been slumbering ever since the attack, making Maeve wonder if she were ever to wake again. A brief, silent moment of panic commenced before Maeve pushed it aside. Why was she bringing to mind all questions she had no answers for at this moment? They only served to make her anxious. "Seeking perfection doesn't seem to be too tall an order," Maeve teased. Really, what did she know of that? When it came to perfection, she'd found whatever was easiest to acquire. Well, that was true for her homes before. Convenience, quiet sales. Anything to keep off record books. But with her current home, she had taken time to pick pieces with care. Having an idea of what Phallontine was hoping for, Maeve directed her to a store coming up on the right. "This one," she said, certain it would have just what she was looking for. Words: 257 Notes: Finally~~~ Muse: Good Tune: None Tag: Phall

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 883538; text-align: justify;padding-left: 15px]The young, only in appearance; dragon smiled at the teacher, wrapping her arms around herself as she smiled, walking quietly around the mall in comfortable silence for a moment, before admitting to the teacher the kind of items she were hoping to accuire for her house. It was true that your first house, you usually didn't have the price tags needed to get what you wanted, but for she . . . she knew what she wanted, and she was lucky to have the money necessary for it. She grinned as she glanced at the teacher, "It's tall enough to require my complete attention. But I've got a number of items already, that I've stumbled upon, luckily. Some rooms are near complete, others are dismally empty.

[/color]" She teased with a laugh, smiling warmly, before glancing at the store her teacher had directed towards. The fire dragon altered her steps, beginning to make her way through the store, smiling at Maeve; "Let me know if you see anything that stands out to you, alright?[/color]"

WORDS: 0000 TAGS: play with me! NOTES: and maybe we can sing a song![/div][/center][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

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[atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/maevetablemiddle_zps0da77399.jpg] Thoughts. "Speech" Maeve smiled back, but it was a bit more strained than it had been before. All the walking was creating a painful stitch in her side when she really should have been resting still. But she was determined not to let it stop her. The water dragon turned one way as Phallontine went another. If they split up, there were more chances of stumbling across something faster. Maeve knew she could find her friend easily enough as the store wasn't anywhere near the size of the overstock warehouses she had shopped in for her own furniture. With Phallontine out of sight, the teacher walked slower, more hunched. Her hip was killing her; the rough fabric of her jeans rubbing against the healing bullet wound. Breathing was a chore and she found she had to remind herself to do so since holding her breath was less painful. In a moment, dizziness won over and Maeve leaned heavily against an armoire. As she caught her breath, the dragon let her eyes roam over the wood grain of the piece that currently held her up. It had a nostalgic feel to it. Rustic and classy, the smooth wood with intricate, all natural whorls from the wood from which it was built made it seem almost magical. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she recalled a story of a magical wardrobe. Of a lion and children who found great adventures. Reaching out, Maeve stroked the carved edges and smiled. Just how often could luck strike in such a way? Easing off the piece as her strength returned a bit, the dragon went off to find her friend and share the beauty of the piece.