<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg528963#msg528963">Quote from: Cherri Tart on 16-02-2008, 19:09:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Lily couldn't help giggling. After all, is seemed so silly, playing dress up in a Satyrs house and talking about going to Dartmoor after being chased by goblins and trolls... sort of like something out of one of those fantasy books, only she wished it was more Terry Prachet and less Lord of the Rings...  that thought sobered her for about half a second, but then she pushed it away as too morsose.  <br/><br/>"You like them?"  she asked, her eyes bright, trying to not be too shy around the satyr.  It was hard, though, seeing as how her thoughts kept going to strange places when he was near and really, talking about tearing off her clothes and keeping her in bed was... well, he <em>was</em> rather handsome and exotic... she giggled again at that.  exotic in a horns on the forehead and hooves kind of way. Really, what would people think?<br/><br/>"Everything else was just too... adult.  These just sort of screamed my name... So..."  She sat down suddenly on the couch, knees pressed together, feet akimbo, her fingerds twined outwardly.  "Do you really think I could go to Fairy school?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Yes, I do like it. And why wouldn't you be able to go to fairy school? And we rarely call ourselves fairies, it's a loaded word you know." He winked at her and started rumaging through the closet, still only clad in his black jeans.<br/>"We need a few things before we can go..." Io started throwing out the oddest things on the floor, but what he kept seemed odder still. She could understand why he kept two motorcycle helmets, but why did he pocked an ace of spades? And what did he need that rabbit foot for? He didn't seemed satisfied though, not until he emerged from the closet with a loud "Aha!", holding a cricked bat with strangly carved symbols inscribed into the wood.<br/>"Your standard Cricket Bat of Giant Slaying. Never leave home without it."