Ah?
Well, Kitara is probably an excellent choice of trainer… she should be able to get even the most hopeless case of male-ititis straightened out… but who knows, you may turn out to be her match?!
What makes you so inferior, hm? Except the visually obvious?

Ariel

Dean Friedman

As she ventured further, the path led her to a sparkling stream. The water was crystal clear, reflecting the vibrant colors of the glowing foliage. kemmie knelt by the stream and splashed some water on her face, the coolness refreshing her. She noticed a faint trail of luminescent footprints leading away from the stream, beckoning her to follow.

Intrigued, kemmie rose and followed the footprints, each step taking her deeper into the heart of the Enchanted Grove. The hum of magic grew stronger, resonating with the pulse of the realm itself. She kept her senses alert, aware that the answers she sought could be hidden anywhere.

Suddenly, she came upon a small, secluded glade. At its center stood a stone altar, covered in intricate carvings similar to those on the ancient tree. The air around the altar shimmered with a soft, golden light. kemmie approached cautiously, feeling the power emanating from the stone.

"This must be important," she whispered to herself, reaching out to touch the altar. As her fingers made contact, a vision flashed before her eyes—images of a dark force spreading through the grove, corrupting its magic and disrupting the balance.

"You must find the source of this corruption," the guardian's voice echoed in her mind. "Only then can the Enchanted Grove be restored."

kemmie nodded, the weight of her task clear. With a determined heart, she set off from the glade, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead and restore the balance of the Enchanted Grove.

*a playful tug on His bottom lip.. an impish team in her eyes*

limping wincingly from the room

he presses lips once more and smiles

but now i have to leave for a while... thank you for taking the time to talk with me, Miss Coppola

not really … i have a thing for the university on Saturday afternoon/evening but that should be pretty low key

how about you?

Rottie has started a new game with the following players:
Rottie

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 9 0 0 3 0 8 7 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " r o t t i e " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " r o t t i e " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 9 0 0 3 0 8 7 }

*gets smaller portraits*

that is better....

*she opened her mouth to speak and was silenced by His kiss*

*quiet giggles*

and i still get very... self-conscious in company

Lucky I know because she is smart and funny and beautiful.

kissing her quick so she cannot speak

"This is the Enchanted Grove,"

the voice continued.

"A place where magic flows freely and the boundaries between worlds are thin. You must discover the source of the disturbance that brought you here and restore balance."

kemmie nodded, feeling a sense of responsibility settle over her.

"ummm how? and who are you? and how did you know my name...wait...are you ummmm I guess ahhh where are you?

She took a deep breath, resolved to uncover the mysteries of this realm and fulfill the purpose that had drawn her here. but she did ponder a bit how could a drink pull her to another realm like that? trick?
mmmm she didnt think so that voice was to real, for she heard it loud and clear and the leaves look how they glow and the moss beneath her feet.....she wiggled toes a little....it was real enough.

"Okay...kem...mmm if this isnt real then where or wich direction is home? hmmmm"

With renewed determination, she turned away from the ancient tree and began her exploration, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Let's get something straight between us, mom.

i am... an inferior male who has... little that Miss Kitara needs. i do my best to... please her, but i am still learning

returns the smile

Thank you. Happy Friday to you.

Any plans for the weekend?

And, hello again.

Mild?
chuckling
Well, from what I have seen of Kitara, ‘mild’ is not really a phrase I’d associate with her treatment of her pets.. any interaction I have witnessed here has been a bit more intense…

Yours is one lucky little beast