Steps of Weeping Angel Campfire, Friday Afternoon
Friday, June 18th, 2010 02:14 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
A small pile of daisy chains was growing by Makita's bare feet as she sang, her clear voice strong and cheerful.
Another flower necklace joined the pile, and she started in on weaving some tiger lilies together while she started her next song.
Her Papa would be so proud!
[OOC: Open, with the disclaimer that I work Job #2 tonight, and may not be able to tag after 5pm CST]
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Another flower necklace joined the pile, and she started in on weaving some tiger lilies together while she started her next song.
He's five foot-two, and he's six feet-four,
He fights with missiles and with spears.
He's all of thirty-one, and he's only seventeen,
Been a soldier for a thousand years.
Her Papa would be so proud!
[OOC: Open, with the disclaimer that I work Job #2 tonight, and may not be able to tag after 5pm CST]