Through the Eye of a Needle

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    "Well," he said, a spark of curiosity kindling in his amber eye, "You need not be sorry. I shall follow you." He ruffled his feathers and slowly raised his wings over his head in an arching stretch. "Lead the way, my fellow."



    ((You can fly in here. Whiter's already there - you could say he was a little delayed. :) ))


    Grip & Whiter
    ~one for sorrow~
    ~two for mirth~
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    "I shall lead you,[b]" said Whiter, "[b]but it may be a little closed-in. It is what was once a Twolegplace, though now there are only cats."


    With that she took swiftly off, catching an auspicious wind and winging steadily south; Grip followed in near unison, pausing only to promise, "I shall tell you the story another time."
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    [size=16pt]~Midtime[/size]