Re: Tintally's Gift..long post..feel free to jump in!

OOC: That should be..."sunlight through the trees, in summer..." damn these fingers with a mind of their own!

BIC: Tintally sunk back into the rocking chair, curling her silver tipped tail around her footpaws which she had drawn up onto the chair. She sat there for some time, waiting for her heartbeat to slow to normal pace, and for the sharp silver edgings on the junk around her to fade away from her view. Finally she shifted in preparation to descend the junkpile.