<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg630763#msg630763">Quote from: Swedish Steel on 30-05-2008, 17:00:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"He might be a fairie, yes," Io replied, Lily could hear the mischeviousness in his voice. "There have been rumors about him and Badger, you know, but I try to stay away from idle gossip."<br/>Suddenly they came to a halt at the beginning of an old looking stone bridge. An iron gate blocked the way, flanked by to grinning stone gargoyles.<br/>"I have to get off here for a bit. Hand me the cricket bat will you?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>A soft snort of laughter made it past Lily's lips before she could rein it in, having doubts about Io's sincerity.  She decided to keep her opinions to herself, however.  Besides, there was so much that was taking her attention... the old bridge, ivy covered arches bracing it above the water, it's flat stone rails frosted white.  The archaic gate standing tall and forbodding, guarded by... her eyes narrowed, scrutinizing the gargoyles, wondering if they were merely decorative or... alive.<br/><br/>At Io's words, she dismounted, turning over the paddle like bat to him, before approaching the stone podium on which the creatures sat, looking into their eyes for any spark of life, suddenly feeling a wash of uncertainty.<br/><br/>"What if they don't like me?  At the school, I mean.  What if i don't fit it, Io?" her voice was soft and full of meloncholy.