by Lilo. » Thu Nov 18, 2010 4:09 am
"Sure, Master." Her room was nothing special - a bed, with bedding of course, a plain white pillow, a dressing table, a wardrobe, nothing out of the ordinary. With her small, delicate hand she pressed the door. Slowly, it opened. Her eyes widened, her arms spread out, before enclosing a red diary on her chest. "It's wonderful, Master, whereever did you get it?" She squealed quietly, running downstairs to him.