Lilatov's Shoppe & Residence

[spookytale]

(con't from romance in the forest)

Lilatov slipped into her shoppe, pausing to pull bits of forest debris out of her coat and mane. She flicked her tail impatiently, sending a few dead leaves flying. She slowly made her way through the shoppe, frowning at the empty decanters that she'd been unable to fill with her excursion tonight. Well, at least she'd caught a few nightmares.

She slipped through a curtained door, brushing her head against a large and gorgeous dream catcher. Then she gracefully tiptoed around the crates in her storeroom to the stairs, which she delicately cantered up. The upstairs was primarily a bedroom, and her bedroom was primarily a huge down mattress covering her floor, strewn about with silks and pillows. More bed then she needed, but she did so love sleep.

She sank down into her nest of pillows, and dreamed good dreams about moth orchids, and of the day to come.

[spookster]

Lilatov lay sprawled out near the window, soaking up the morning sun and breeze. The delightful sounds of morning wafted over her, and she slept peacefully.

Until she heard someone shout in surprise, and then more talking. In the morning. When she was trying to sleep. She lay her ears back and swung her face up to the window, scowling. From this angle she couldn't see the cuplrits, but she could hear them.

This wouldn't do.

Lilatov pulled herself up, brushed her hair into place, and stalked down the stairs and out the door.

(con't on the streets)

[spookster]

(ack, I can't edit because I'm not logged in because I'm on someone else's computer, so...pretend someone shouting says a hight pitched rodent squeek)