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Black Catkin Part 32The Legends: The Scrolls of the Black Catkin
"I smell her! She's around here somewhere!"
"Are you sure you're not smelling yourself? When's the last time you went anywhere near water?"
"More than you've looked at a girl and not perved all over her"
"Look who's talking, Sir Black Eyed Freak"
"Yeah yeah, whatever Moron"
"My name's Tauren"
"Yep, sure, I think smell Rizzo in here..." Hazel had no time to think as the door was flung open and a pair of odd eyes gaped at her standing there in mid silly dance wearing just her vest and shorts. "Well, hey there, have you..." THWACK! Hazel totally floored the new guy.
"What is wrong with you?!" she snapped at him as she hastily put on a pair of sweatpants and yanked him off the floor: ignoring the little shock she kept getting when she touched his skin, "Do you have a deathwish or something?"
"Weeeee! I see fairies and angels and puppies and floatie hearts! Yaaaaaaay!"
"Ignore him" Tau
Midnight Spell Chapter 16Chapter Sixteen
Dougie shook his head in frustration. Being an elf ranger was one thing, but teaching your younger sister to be one? That was a totally different matter. "Now listen properly this time Izzy" he said, frowning at her as they both notched up another arrow on their bows, "There is no room for lots of waiting in this business."
"But we've been waiting all day" Izzy sighed, clearly bored out of her mind, "If we wait much longer my butt will become a permanant fixture on this stupid tree branch."
"Oh good grief!" Dougie shook his head and rolled his eyes, "That's not what I meant!" The ground crunched nearby. "Quick!" whispered Dougie, lifting his bow and arrow, "One of the trackers is coming this way. Fire! Fire now!" Izzy fiddled with her bow and arrow and fired a shot so clumsy it missed the tracker by a mile off. Dougie put his head in his hands and said nothing. Maybe Izzy woul
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