by Wildmagic_warrior » Thu Apr 15, 2010 7:55 pm
"Not a whole lot." said Max, shrugging the flakes off of her shoulders. "In a couple of weeks, if it comes this way and passes over the Great Wall, we'll have three feet. But it probably won't get that far-" she closed her eyes and asked the wind a few questions, and it told her it was planning to snow over a city, instead of over the forest. To give the squeakers a chance to run about It said, and she grinned. "It's going to put the two feet somewhere else, to give the squeak- the animals a chance to go out and find food."
I'm Wildmagic_warrior,
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I have a bachelor's degree in Russian Studies. I also love stage management and theater tech!