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[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

There's no sugar.

No cookies with crunchy bits.

No chocolate.

No candy.

No sugar.

None.

AND IT IS NOT NEAR A WEEK YET.

There is a slightly manic Beaver Baby in the bar.

She is not asking for sugar.

Because that would be wrong.

She is gnawing on a table like there's no tomorrow.

There are woodshavings about her feet.

Gnaw, Sunny.

Gnaw.




Did we mention there's no sugar?

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[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Her eyes light up.

"YES PLEASE YES."

HORSE. TO RIDE. HORSE. FOR SUNNY TO RIDE.

[the_lioness]

Very well, lass. Pending parental approval and long enough legs, I'd be happy to serve as your instructor. In the meantime, I'll teach you about horses. Caring for them is just as important, after all.

*She grins, thinking that there might be a ride of sorts in Sunny's near future. After all, if she's up there too, holding on, it doesn't matter how long Sunny's legs are.*

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

"Yes please," clinging to Alanna's arm.

"Queen Sunny an' Queen 'Lanna go widin'!"

[the_lioness]

*Alanna giggles, leaning over to give Sunny a hug.*

That we will, lass. Just wait for me to take you, okay? Now, I must get back to work, Queen Sunny. It was good to see you.

*She winks, rolling to her feet.*

I'll find you soon.