“You could get me a pretty pink collar and carry me in your handbag.” Peg was laughing now, there was something infectious about her amusement it was so easy. There was nothing it seemed aggressive about her, no she was merely having some fun. “You do have a hand bag yes….or is it a man bag ...hang on you call it a purse in the states…”<br/><br/>Peg continued to prattle on about nonsense; occasionally she sang and even danced with the dogs. Already it appeared that the wolf was marking her territory and as such woe betides any thing whether real or corporal that tried to upset this building. If Craig had been listening perhaps he might have talking in a language he did not know, one that had power…akin to his own but so very different and perhaps one he had heard before.<br/><br/><br/>There was such a temptation to join the man in the shower; however Peggerty was more than aware what might likely happen thus she dressed and finished her cup of tea waiting for Craig, after all they had a lifetime, however long that was to explore each other. Yes that was something that Peggerty was clear on. She had found him again. Found her lover, found the bearer of her line, of their line.<br/><br/>The Irraka sipped her tea and turned on the radio rather than the TV and then went back to teasing the dogs. She knew that would have to pick up her van today too, that was if he did not mind the mystery machine being parked outside the apartment.<br/><br/>“Hurry up…” Peggerty shouted, “I am sure you look gorgeous….they say women take longer to get ready….yet another myth shattered…” He could here her chuckling as she cleaned the plates from breakfast. “Don’t make me come in there and drag you out…”<br/><br/>The woman was obviously not worried about meeting the more unusual friends of Craig, though finding work was more of a priority.<br/>