[vhenan.]

Cartridge stretched in the naughty den. It's crevices did nothing but release the Dark Moon-Mist into the Morning-Star filled den. She listened to the nice owl with a irritated expression. "Shut-up you naughty owl!" She said. A little fawn laughed, "How's the owl naughty, Cartridge-Case? She's only sweet." Cartridge looked at the fawn, "You're not from an oldie area are ya, lad?"

The fawn's head shook. "If ya listen closely, you'll understand my context." She explained how years and years ago, Naughty had ment needy and a few other things such as wicked. Tridge had learned this from her mother who'd taught her about this. She also explained how Nice had ment foolishness. "Now you understand?" The fawn shook his head lightly. "Okay now, run along to your herd before your Doe flips."


Harvy had been eavesdropping on this fae lately. She was of pure affection and looked harmless and alone. Should he approach, or just wait until the fae spoke to him? 'Oh well, curiosity killed me again...' He thought. The fae was nice and when he looked into her eyes, he knew this lassie. They looked into eachother's eyes and lay next to eachother, "I'd thought I lost you, Harvy..." Tridge said. "As did I." He looked down and licked the side of the fae's crown.