Post by Curse on Jun 17, 2007 12:34:44 GMT -5
Dancer...the sweet word played on the maids maws as she danced around quietly. So far nobody had looked at her. It needn't bother anyone but to this lady...a dancer in respects it mattered dearly. Shaking her tiara in annoyance she continued dancing with joy. Hopefully a stag would find her. Anyone would do, she was so full of need. Bucking the maid danced around in vain. Wouldn't anyone spot her? Maybe a charm has been put on them. Maybe they can't see me. Pushing the thought away she spun around again. Her tassel and banner were flying in the air. Neighing the maiden reared and bucked in success.