<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/38ed/ml3mpr0wazqo3e5zg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 4pt;"><br/></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Natural yet untrained witch.</span></span></li><li><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Modest girl, spelled into sexiness and unable to change clothes back.</span></span></li><li><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Feeling adventuresome and a bit horny.</span></span></li></ul></div></div><br/></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/9072/l4sngauu1a0c8lfzg.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">          </span></div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/30b5/wc689hd3x8wh9ewzg.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">We descend into banality and threats. From out of the blue an image surges to my consciousness. From walking to the ridge with great-grandmama. Which we never did yet yet we did. She on her deathbed and I at her side giving her permission to pass. And she bade me close my eyes and we walked there. And there I met my familiar. Or rather my familiar met me because she had waited for so long for me and finally we were at the cusp and so it was. And since then I’d forgotten. Until now, that is. The embrace was instant. And so wisdom perhaps arrives.<br/><br/>My hand rests on Emmy’s or Mikey’s or whoever this is by me as the book has re-imaged them. I see the book open within her menu. Really? We are that close to the edge? My familiar advises the edge is near and I can  do nothing other than acknowledge what becomes obvious.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">  “We’re okay Emmy, we’re okay. Let it go. Be yourself! It’s all good and we’ll figure it out. Let’s have some pizza and finish our drinks and go back to my place and get this thing back under control. We can do that if we all do it together. We’ve done that before and we can do it again!”</span></span><br/>