Grace and Eytukan

[TimberWolfie]

Chapter One | The Last Word Now edited

‘ Eytukan resisted a smile (this doesn't make a whole lot of sense. Maybe "resisted the urge to smile"?). Grace hadn’t changed at all. “Is it such a crime that I came to see you?”
“After what happened, I’m surprised you’d want to.” ’

The journey of life can be a brilliant one, a breathtaking trail of endless possibilities. (You changed it! I like this version better) But when you lose the people you were travelling with, the road can become unbearable.
Over the years, Grace had become accustomed to losing the people she loved. They would always come into her life for a short while, but would disappear afterwards. She had lost her family, her loved ones; she couldn’t deal with losing any more people. That was why she steeled herself, and wouldn’t let anyone in.
“Grace?” A voice (Describe the voice) drifted to Grace’s ear drums, causing her to tear her eyes away from the photo in her hand. She looked down, and found herself staring into affectionate brown eyes. “Are you busy?”
Grace folded the picture, gently folding along the worn creases, and tucked it into her shirt pocket. She resisted a heavy sigh of sadness as she did, before turning to the one she was meant to ‘babysit’. (Why is this in quotation marks?) “Yes, Jake?” She asked, trying not to let her voice show her annoyance. She didn’t have a lot of patience these days, but she tried to be nice to Jake. She was hoping that if he could get into the clan, perhaps she and Norm could as well.
The human form of Jake gave her a sheepish sort of (I'd get rid of the 'sort of') grin. “I have some news for you,” he announced.
Grace looked at him. “Oh?” She asked, trying not to let hope flare in her heart.
Jake smiled. “Pack your bags. Mo’at and everyone would like you back home.”

• • •

Grace remembered how strange that sounded. ‘Mo’at and everyone would like you back home.’ Mo’at. It was as if the Tsahik knew that Grace treated the Omaticaya as family, as if she knew she (Double she technically refers to the same person, which is the last person you mentioned - so 'as if Grace knew that Grace wanted to come back'. Change the first to Mo'at for grammatical correctness, or if you don't wan that, change the second to Grace to make it clear at the very least) wanted to come back. Come home.
But if Mo’at had any idea, she didn’t think that she would want Grace ‘home’ so quickly.
The blue lids of Grace’s Avatar flickered open, revealing eyes the colour of liquid gold. In her eyes reflected a troubled expression as she readjusted to her Avatar form. She sat up from the hammock she was in within the Avatar compound, gently stretching her arms and legs. She tapped each of her fingers to each other, testing it all. A hint of a smile flickered across her face, and then she got to her feet.
It took Grace about an hour to reach the clan, since her memory of the mental map was a little fuzzy. (Oh yay you changed this too <3) When she did reach it, she didn’t know how to actually ‘reintroduce’ herself. Was she meant to just come and say hello, or stay to the sidelines? Or wait till someone noticed her?
Obviously, it was the third option, as a familiar voice said, “Grace!” (I just do not like how this is phrased - it makes it seem like she chose for Jake and Neytiri to see her before she spoke. Maybe go for "she wasn't given a chance to make a choice as she was spotted, a familiar voice calling "Grace!" Also, whose familiar voice?) Jake and Neytiri came over to her then, and Grace gave them a bit of a smile. “You made it.” Jake smiled at her.
“Of course I did,” she said with a sly smirk now. “Did you ever doubt I wouldn’t come?” Grace’s smile faded as she turned to the princess Neytiri. The way the three were positioned was in the formation of a triangle – Grace at the top tip, Jake and Neytiri on the other two points, all separated. The space between Jake and Neytiri seemed to be a little closer (Contextually incorrect. Go for smaller or a synonym) than the gap between Grace and her (You may be a limited third-person narrator but you're still a third-person narrator. What do you mean 'seemed to be'? You should know). Grace longed to go and give her a hug, and say she was sorry for everything, but she didn’t function like that. Nor did Neytiri.
“Grace,” Neytiri said, gently giving her the classic Na’vi ‘I see you’. That was more than Grace could have hoped for. She smiled a little and did the same. Just as she did that, she heard a joyful chorus of, “Grace!”
Grace turned around and a true smile lighted her face. “Hello, children. Look how big you are! You are so pretty,” she spoke in their native tongue. “How much do you remember of English?” She asked them, falling back on her old reliable language. ("Old reliable language" just doesn't make a whole lot of sense in my mind. But I'm tired, so it might just be me)
One young girl hesitated and then said, “A little. Are you teach us again?”
Grace smiled at her broken English. She was doing well. (Justify that comment, it doesn't make a whole lot of sense - after all, the girl's english is pretty poor. Maybe say "doing well to remember even that much after the months that Grace had been away from the clan". The "she" seems to refer to Grace as well) “Well, that is up to Eytukan.” Eytukan. Grace put on a brave face as she said that, not wanting anyone to pick up on the way her voice wavered ever so slightly.
“I believe that was the reason he bought you back, Grace,” came the voice of Neytiri, her English coming through with a strong Na’vi accent. Grace couldn’t help but feel her heart fall just a little, but that sounded like Eytukan. Besides, no one knew. (I know that it's supposed to be a mystery but "no one knew" needs some more clues included in it. "no one knew what had happened/why she had been so sad to leave/about them") “Very true,” she chuckled slightly. She stood up to her full Avatar height then, just below ten feet (add "tall" here). “Come along, children.” The children looked at each other and then followed her with glee, chasing her tail as she walked.
Jake looked at Neytiri. “Do you think we should help her?” He asked, watching how the children were almost tackling Grace. They’d grown since the last time she had seen them. (Poor lonely little statement. "... had seen them, and had grown a lot more bold" or something)
Neytiri bit her lip to suppress a laugh and a smile. “No. Come on,” she said, now letting herself give a laugh as she took his hand in her own and tugged him in the opposite direction.

• • •

“So, do you remember how to count?” Grace asked the children when they reached the field. She did not want to take them back to the school. It was in dire need of repair, and she didn’t want to subject the children to seeing bullet holes through the blackboard.
One girl in the front row put her hand up, as Grace had taught them to do. “Go ahead.”
The girl smiled and then confidently counted off. “One, two, three, ‘fou’, five...” She got all the way up to twenty with little error.
Grace beamed at her. “Very good! But, remember, it’s ‘four’, not ‘fou’.” Her face was feeling stretchy after all this smiling. She hadn’t been in this good a mood for a long time.
At that moment, one of the older, less interested children – Tsyal, who was gazing out into the field dreamily – saw someone across the clearing. “Guys, it’s Eytukan!” he said with delight. All the children turned to see their leader coming towards them.
Grace’s hands jittered a little and she folded them behind her back. But, also, her brow creased in a frown. (lonely. Connect it to the first sentence) “Uh, class dismissed,” she quickly said.
“But ma’am,” the first girl began, turning back to Grace, “We have not done science.” Grace always made them do science, and the children suffered through trying to understand her warped mind (I'd go for "view of the world" rather than mind). For example, how was Eywa not within the Tree of Souls? It didn’t make sense. For Grace though, science fell in the same category as breathing, so the children tried to take it in stride.
Grace paused. “Well then... be grateful I’m not giving you any!” She smiled. The children decided to take advantage of this, and jumped up before she could change her mind. They bowed to Eytukan and muttered something in Na’vi to him before running off.
Grace swallowed and turned away from Eytukan, something very daring to do. Eytukan looked at her. “Strange, how the woman who looked at me so boldly twelve years ago cannot bear to do it now,” Eytukan’s melodic voice came to her.
The scientist gave a heavy sigh and turned to Eytukan. “I see you.” she said gently.
Eytukan ignored her attempts at formality. Grace should have known that she didn’t have to be so formal around him. He felt a pang of sadness as he looked at her. He wondered how she had been doing over the past few months (Lonely. Add some description or something like "and he could see that she was not doing so well as he had hoped"... or something). “You look... good.”
“As do you.” Grace replied politely. Eytukan paused. ‘This is your fault. It’s your fault she’s being so cautious.’
Grace scrambled for words to say to bridge the gap between them. She had always thought that, when – if – she ever came back, Eytukan would have been more giving. Dreams can take the imagination to places that can never exist, though. “So,” she began. Screw it. She got straight to the point. “What exactly are you doing here?”
Eytukan resisted a smile (This is the same phrasing as earlier). Grace hadn’t changed at all. “Is it such a crime that I came to see you?”
“After what happened, I’m surprised you’d want to.”
Eytukan stiffened, all hints of a smile disappearing. So Grace was still upset. Who could blame her? That scrap of hope that Eytukan had, that she might still be his, crumpled. “You know I had no choice.”
”I know. But it still hurt,” Grace almost snapped. She paused, composing herself, before continuing. “It wasn’t my fault. But you refused to believe that. I couldn’t protect them, and you still seem to see me as the person who actually fired the gun!” Grace wasn’t thinking rationally, but she hadn’t been for a while.
Eyktan suppressed a growl. He sighed and closed his eyes. “Grace... Look at me,” he said. Grace blinked spastically. He had just spoken English... He never spoke English. Not to anyone. He had never learnt it as far as Grace knew. Eytukan seemed to struggle for words. It seemed so... normal. Eytukan always knew what to say – it was why he was such a strong leader, and everyone looked up to him. ( ) But not today. “I had no choice. I didn’t want to push you away. But I couldn’t just let one human stay, and the others be banned.”
Grace hated the fact that he was right. Eytukan was a wise leader, and she hadn’t yet seen him turn a foot wrong. Well, at least that was her opinion. She fought for an argument to counterattack the last one. Despite missing him all this time, she was pissed at him as well. She was at war with herself between kissing and making up with him, or push the argument further. She chose the latter. “Haven’t I proved I am different from the rest?”
That stopped Eytukan short. Yes, she had. She had never shown any hostility to them, but at the same time she hadn’t protected his significant other. “If that is the case, why have you continually refused my offers to be part of this clan?”
A deeper frown came on Grace’s features. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She gave a sigh, defeated. She started to walk away from Eytukan. She just couldn’t deal with this right now. As she walked a few feet out into the field, she stopped, and gently turned her head over her shoulder slightly to look at him out of the corner of her eye. “You know perfectly well of the reason,” was all she said as she walked away.(I like this ending much more)

[TimberWolfie]

Chapter Two | Oh, You’re Back. Get Out.

‘ Grace bit the inside of her cheek slightly, the blood draining out of her face slightly. “You talk as if I hold no sadness over this. Sylwanin was like a daughter to me.”
“And yet you let her die like a dog!” Tsu’tey snarled. ’

Eytukan watched as his love walked off. He could hardly blame her for being so hostile. He had pushed her away, after all the events. But how could he not? He had felt terrible when she left him, like a piece of his heart had gone with her. He had banished her, at a time when they needed each other most. Of course she would harbour at least a little resentment.

• • •

“What’s with the frown, Grace?” Jake asked as he caught up to his ‘frenemy’ (lol). “Are you okay?”
Grave sighed. No, she most definitely was not okay. The person she cared about most in the world was right there, and yet she couldn’t reach him. She turned her head to properly look at him, and frowned just a little. “Where’s Neytiri?” As far as she could tell, those two these days were inseparable. Or, perhaps, Jake was the one glued to Neytiri, and Neytiri was just grinning and bearing it.
Jake looked back at Grace. It was a little strange to see her in her blue form, but Jake preferred her that way. He had noticed how she seemed much more at ease in this body, than her classic human one. It was nice to not have her staring down at him as well, and breathing down his neck whenever he was out of the link. However, today, she seemed even more moody than she was in her normal form, which was strange. “She went to deal with something. I’ll be seeing her at dinner. But you didn’t answer my question.” When Grace continued to ignore him, he let it go. He paused for a moment, thinking of something to stop the awkward silence. “Hey, if you want to come and sit with us,” he began, knowing that Grace might be alone at dinner.
Grace was hesitant to take up his offer. “I’m not sure if Neytiri would like that,” she replied stiffly, averting her eyes from him. Jake quickly took that as the cue for him to be quiet. He was burning with curiosity about what happened to Neytiri and this ‘Sylwanin’, but Neytiri did not want to enlighten him, and for that matter, neither did Grace.
Grace joined the rest of the clan with Jake, and tried to ignore the murmurs of surprise at her presence. Jake, apparently sensing her discomfort, murmured, “Ignore them. They’ll get used to you again.” Grace resisted the temptation to tell him to shut up. She knew he was only trying to help. Unfortunately for Jake, he appeared to generally be in Grace’s crosshairs and could do no right, apart from when he was accepted into the clan. Grace felt terrible for basically using him to get back in herself.
Back to Eytukan. But yet, not back to him at the same time.
Jake led Grace over to where Neytiri was. She looked up as they came, and seemed rather astounded as Grace came to sit with them. “Hello, Grace,” she said, giving her a polite smile. She tried not to blame Grace like the rest of the clan. She loved Grace like a mother, and that would never change, but she was still distressed over the whole ordeal of Sylwanin.
Grace smiled at the young Na’vi. “Hello,” she said in reply, coming to sit cross-legged beside her.
“Where did you go?” Jake asked Neytiri softly.
Neytiri shook her head at him quietly. She then took pity on him, knowing he simply wanted to help, and just said, “Tsu’tey.” That answered Jake’s question all together.
“I’m sorry,” Jake told her gently. Grace nodded in agreement, and just as she did, she heard a sneer from someone behind them, “Well, look who it is. ‘The Scientist’.”
Jake frowned. “Speak of the devil,” he murmured with a slight growl. “And I mean that.”
Neytiri growled at her fiancé, Tsu’tey. She turned to Grace and gently said, “Ignore him.” As if to prove her point, she continued to look straight ahead and not turn around, not wanting to deal with him.
“Ignore me? I think that would be difficult,” Tsu’tey growled softly, coming right over to Grace. “What are you doing here?”
Neytiri felt her defences snap on. Though she was still somewhat torn over liking and not-liking Grace, she never hesitated to pick a fight with Tsu’tey. “Leave her alone, moron.”
Tsu’tey gave a growl. “Hush, child!” he said to Neytiri, whose ears flew back at his taunt. He turned to Grace, hell’s fires blazing in his eyes. His hatred of her was not irrational. She hadn’t protected Sylwanin, the one he had loved. He would not break bread with someone he deemed a murderer.
Grace gently shook her head at Neytiri; she could fight her own battles. “Tsu’tey, it was an accident.” she said, trying to reason with him. “I tried to protect them.”
“Well, you did a great job. Congratulations! Thanks to you, Sylwanin is dead.”
Grace bit the inside of her cheek slightly, the blood draining out of her face slightly. “You talk as if I hold no sadness over this. Sylwanin was like a daughter to me.”
“And yet you let her die like a dog!” Tsu’tey snarled, taking a few steps towards Grace. His demeanour was threatening, and Grace was no fighter. She wanted to stand her ground, but she had no problem thinking Tsu’tey wouldn’t hesitate snapping her neck.
Jake jumped up and as did Neytiri, but they didn’t need to, for Grace found safety in Eytukan’s arms. Well, not entirely – she merely backed into him, and it was like backing into a brick wall, he was so sturdy. Grace gasped as she knocked into him, and she began to move away, but Eytukan placed his hands on her shoulders, something very daring to do. Tsu’tey frowned at Eytukan’s protective ways of her. Eytukan’s eyes sent daggers at his strongest warrior and soon-to-be son-in-law. “What is going on here?”
Tsu’tey backed off of Grace. He knew his place. “Nothing,” he replied simply.
Eytukan’s brow furrowed and he let go of Grace, gently pushing her to Neytiri and Jake. Grace knew he did that just to get her out of the way of the threat, not to be rude. “Grace is a guest. And you will treat her with respect.” Tsu’tey cast a dirty glance at Grace as if to say, ‘This is not over’. He didn’t understand why Eytukan was so protective of her. But if she had the leader’s respect, he knew he had to be polite. Tsu’tey gave a nod of a non-genuine apology to her, a swift bow to Eytukan and then let them be.
After that, Eytukan merely left. The drama was over – he was no longer needed. Grace watched him leave before going to sit beside Jake and Neytiri. She didn’t realise she was trembling until Neytiri rubbed her shoulders. “Are you alright?” She asked her friend. Stupid question – how was she alright? Tsu’tey had just made it clear that she was going to suffer when she was not under Eytukan’s watchful gaze, and with the way she had treated him that morning, she could say goodbye to that protection.
Once more, Grace lied. “Yes,” she said, turning to Neytiri. “I’m fine.” She watched as Eytukan went to sit beside his mate. Her heart clenched, and seemed to turn in on itself as Mo’at smiled at him. The way she used to smile at him. Grace watched them for a moment longer, and knew she should have turned away earlier, especially when Mo’at and Eytukan looked directly at her. She quickly looked down, feeling rude.
Mo’at watched as Grace realised she had been caught spying. She took her eyes off her, and was about to say something to her mate when she realised he was still staring at her. Mo’at looked at his lingering gaze on her, and was jolted back into life when Eytukan pulled his gaze to her and said, “It’s nice to have Grace back.”
Mo’at’s topaz eyes quickly flickered over to her mate’s. She didn’t look directly at him, but now focused on a spot below his eyes. “I suppose,” she murmured.
“Sarcasm duly noted.” (Best line ever )
Mo’at gave a sigh and only now looked into the eyes she loved. “I just can’t talk to her. I can barely be in the same area as her. Not after what she did.”
Eytkan looked back at his mate, his friend – nothing more. If it showed in his eyes, Mo’at never picked up on it. Eytukan had come to see his and Mo’at’s relationship as more of a business arrangement, as would Neytiri and Tsu’tey’s be. It worked, but it was not the recipe for happiness. He pushed the thought out of his mind before he did or said something irrational. “You know as well as I do that she couldn’t protect them,” he calmly said to Mo’at.
“She should have tried!” Mo’at snapped at Eytukan, showing her canine teeth. Eytukan’s brow furrowed slightly at her reaction, and Mo’at bowed her head, knowing her place. “She was your daughter too... why do you treat Grace like she’s the innocent one?”
Of course, Eytukan made no reply. He just mumbled an excuse and steered the conversation in another direction.

[TimberWolfie]

Chapter Three | Come Back To Me

‘ She gently moved aside the parchment scrolls and found a photo.
Of her in front of the school.
She picked it up, along with the scrolls and came back up. “Why do you have this?”
Eytukan sighed and looked at Grace. Caught. “I like to look at it from time to time. I did. To remind me of what I had lost,” he told her, gently brushing a piece of stray hair away from her face. ’

The next day, after Grace had slept with a knife under her pillow in case a murderous Tsu’tey came to find her, she awoke and headed over to where she thought she could find Eytukan. (I feel like you've squished two independent sentences together. Maybe try "Despite the fact that Grace returned to her human body for sleep that night, she made sure her avatar slept with a knife under her pillow out of fear of Tsu'tey. When she awoke she headed over to find Eytukan") He had, after all, saved her from what would most likely be a large amount of stitches - he deserved a thank you. When the rest of the clan was bustling with activity the following morning, Grace headed up to Eytukan and Mo’at’s quarters. A place she shouldn’t have been going, but she had been to on more than one occasion.
As she climbed the spiral sort of staircase Hometree had, she bumped into the one other person besides Tsu’tey she had been avoiding. “Oh! Mo’at!” She exclaimed as they collided, causing Mo’at to drop the items she had been carrying. Scrolls of ancient scriptures littered the floor, which Grace hastily picked up. Mo’at merely watched her with shrewd eyes.
“Grace,” she replied. She was not in the mood for the Avatar’s antics. Not anymore. She remembered she and Grace used to be good friends, but now she saw her as the person who could have saved Sylwanin, and didn’t.
Grace didn’t comment on the look she saw in Mo’at’s eyes as she handed back the parchments. It was a look of anger, of resentment. The Na’vi were a patient people, and Grace hadn’t known them to despise anyone except the humans. Apparently, she was regarded as no better than them now. Her status in the clan had fallen dramatically.
Grace let Mo’at walk past her without saying anything to her. She didn’t know what to say. Nothing could repair the rift between them, she felt.
But perhaps she could mend one rift.
“Eytukan?” Grace asked as she came up to where he and Mo’at slept. And she did, a few times.
Eytukan’s ears flickered as he heard Grace’s melodic voice. “Come in, Grace,” he replied back to her. He stood by a small sort of desk that stood in the middle of Mo’at and his section, covered with Na’vi hieroglyphics that were so outdated even he couldn’t make sense of them. Their meanings had been lost years ago, as the stories died off, as did this form of the language (to much as. "as the stories died off and took the old language with them" or similar?). He brought his eyes away from the carvings and looked at Grace. “What are you doing here?”
Grace didn’t look directly at Eytukan, not wanting to seem rude, or ruder than she had yesterday. She had to remember that he was still the leader. She focused her eyes on a spot below his before saying, “I came to say thank you for not throwing me to Tsu’tey yesterday. And to - ” She trailed off, trying to form her thoughts into words. “ – apologise for my behaviour yesterday.” Grace didn’t apologise to people. Eytukan had better feel honoured.(lol. I'm sensing a Diva!Grace coming on )
Eytukan looked at Grace in what could only be said as surprise. He hadn’t been expecting this. He took a few steps towards her. “You know I can’t stay mad at you, Gracie.” Grace’s ears flickered at the use of his endearment for her. Gracie. She only permitted Eytukan to call her that, and only when they were alone.
She now brought her eyes up to meet his, seeing affection for her in them. She smiled a little. “You haven’t called me that in a long time.”
Eytukan’s eyes turned to laughing ones, and then he actually laughed. “I haven’t had the chance, now, have I?” He took a few more steps towards her. “So... does this also mean you forgive me?”
Grace thought about that. She could hold a true grudge, if she really wanted to. She didn’t know if she did now. “I’m working on it.” Eytukan laughed a little more, which caused Grace to do the same.
She walked past Eytukan, looking around the room she hadn’t been in for months; a year. Had it really been a year? Time could really fly. She looked over at the piles of parchments and the carved words into the table. She traced her fingers thoughtfully over it. “Managed to figure out what all this means?” She asked, turning back to look at him.
Eytukan shook his head. “No,” he admitted, coming over. “If you want to try, be my guest.”
Grace looked over the table and picked up one of the parchment pieces. She gently unfurled it, letting it lie flat on the table. As she looked at it, her eyes seemed to glaze over and she felt a terrible headache coming on. She looked away. “I get your point.”
Eytukan chuckled. Grace never heard him truly laugh when he was around anyone else. Grace smiled at him and then started to roll up the parchment gently once more, placing it back with the others. Unfortunately, as she did, a couple rolled onto the floor. Her coordination was really off today. “Sorry,” she apologised, bending down to pick them up. As she did, her fingers brushed against something that didn’t feel like it belonged there. It felt more like it was made of plastic rather than dried calfskin. She gently moved aside the parchment scrolls and found a photo.
Of her in front of the school.
She picked it up, along with the scrolls and came back up. She placed the scrolls down before showing the photo to Eytukan. “Why do you have this?”
Eytukan paused momentarily, his eyes taking in the image. It had been taken a few months after the school had been opened, when Grace had introduced the Na’vi to an object called a ‘camera’. Neytiri had found this terribly intriguing, and had taken a photo of Grace posing in front of the school. Grace, who was not photogenic, tried to resist her efforts, but the young princess made her.
Eytukan sighed and looked at Grace. Caught. “I like to look at it from time to time. I did. To remind me of what I had lost,” he told her, gently brushing a piece of stray hair (Odd phrasing. Just say "a stray hair" or "a stray strand/bit of hair from her face") away from her face. That movement made Grace feel like she was sixteen once more. “But now that you’re back, I don’t really have to.” Eytukan gently placed his full hand on her cheek, looking deep into her eyes. “I truly missed you Grace. You have to believe I didn’t want to do what I did, but I had to.”
Grace’s ears flickered as she processed everything Eytukan had just told her. She touched her breast pocket and then pulled out another photo. It was not as well preserved as Eytukan’s one of her, with the crease lines making white streaks along the image. His gentle fingers took it from her and he smiled fondly as he remembered that day of the entire photo taking. “I do now,” she told him, interrupting his train of thought. Grace came over close to Eytukan and, before he knew what she was doing, gently pressed a kiss to his cheek. Eytukan smiled and gently turned a little to catch her lips softly. Grace gasped and pulled away from him. “Are you insane? Mo’at could walk in at any moment!”
Eytukan looked at her, laughter in his eyes. “That never seemed to worry you before,” he reminded her. Grace had to agree with that. They’d thrown caution to the wind before she had left, and had risked a lot.
Grace thought about that. “Very true,” she chuckled. Eytukan smiled and then gently tilted her head back, letting his lips meet hers.

• • •

A few moments later, Grace snuggled into Eytukan gently. She kissed his lips softly, gently pressing her forehead to his. They were really risking it, but what was life without a little risk? Grace smiled and nuzzled into Eytukan’s neck gently. For now, they didn’t worry about it.
They were just about to find out how dangerous this affair could get. Ooh dramatic. I like.

[TimberWolfie]

Gah. Sorry hon, homework is driving me up the wall... I might post it tomorrow morning, or later this evening, or yeah. So maybe you can beta tomorrow?

[tahli]

Whenever is fine with me I'm not the one with the schedule, so don't worry about it.