Journal Entry 038 / 0127 The chime rang, indicating someone at the door.Journal Entry 038 / 0127 The chime rang, indicating someone at the door. I looked up from the sketchbook I had in front of me and said "Dave?" "It's Tarrette, Ken." I groaned inwardly and said "Do you know what she wants?" "She's standing at your door; I assume she wants to talk with you. I have informed her that you are home." I sighed. Why did he have to tell her I was home? Probably because I insist that he do so. "Well, let her in." The door parted, and Tarrette walked in. A pretty Felinzi, mostly done in light tangold fur, with a slim and well-muscled body. She walks with an soft air of self-assurance, but there's also a harshness to her features that I've never been able to get over. Aside from her looks, there are other things about Tarrette that put us at odds. For one, there are times when I hink we're still competing for P'nyssa's attentions. Tarrette's was P'Lissane's mother along with Nyss, and of her three previous lovers, Tarrette's the one who comes around the most. |