03-17-2008, 05:29 AM
Willow got up and stared at Mythrah. Then, hearing what Kat had just said, turned to her and shrugged to say it wasn't her.
"Maybe our ghost 'friend' here pulled it," she suggested.
Takara wound himself around Willow's ankles like a cat, growling softly at the ghost. Willow picked him up and pet his head absentmindedly.
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