Post by FrankTheTank on Apr 19, 2007 8:19:01 GMT -5
His leather sandals slapped softly on the path as the tall bearded gentlemen walked slowly down the path towards the house. With his arms hanging loosely by his side, palms facing out and a glowing gold halo around his head you could easily be forgiven for mistaking him for the second coming. Today however, the only praying being done was by the poor were postman as he approached Rhia’s front door with a swarm of pixies buzzing round his head sprinkling showers of golden dust which sparkled as it caught the light from the sun.
“Is it there?” Came the high pitched squeak from Roc, his wings glowing blue with excitement as he buzzed past the frowning postman’s nose.
The were jumped as Prax landed lightly upon his shoulder drawing cries of annoyance from the young pixies who had been startled by the sudden movement. The sound of wind chimes floated through the air as Prax laughed out in amusement before he turned his attention to the postman. “Well, what have we got today Dave?” Asked Prax for the forth time this week.
Dave mumbled as he sifted through the mail in his bag until he came across a thick envelope addressed to the nasty little man who had been pestering him all week. “Is this what your looking for?” He questioned, hoping sincerely that this would finally mean the end to the torment.
“Is it there?” Came the high pitched squeak from Roc, his wings glowing blue with excitement as he buzzed past the frowning postman’s nose.
The were jumped as Prax landed lightly upon his shoulder drawing cries of annoyance from the young pixies who had been startled by the sudden movement. The sound of wind chimes floated through the air as Prax laughed out in amusement before he turned his attention to the postman. “Well, what have we got today Dave?” Asked Prax for the forth time this week.
Dave mumbled as he sifted through the mail in his bag until he came across a thick envelope addressed to the nasty little man who had been pestering him all week. “Is this what your looking for?” He questioned, hoping sincerely that this would finally mean the end to the torment.
