Lungs like a burst pipe, the noise that exploded from them could've been heard from anywhere in the Estate.
Viscous saliva soiled her dress and numbed her body as she squirmed trying to escape the long red bulbous tongue that wrapped around them.
Wanting to scream or not, had not been an option in the tight hold of the Giant Noma which squeezed the air from her lungs.
"Young master," Wearing a typical butler uniform, sporting his whites and blacks, alongside a star over his breast pocket, a man wearing white gloves bowed slightly, "The Lady would not approve."
"You know what that bastard did and yet your telling me that?" The boy, somewhat taller than the girl, having brown hair and eyes to match had a tremendous scowl, "Our house doesn't get even. Isn't that right?"
Standing by the big white gazebo, the butler could only silently exhale.
Good evening!
From the halls of Kings and Queens, to the very scrap heaps and dumps at the bottom of the hill, everything has it's order.
People do what they do, and they take pride in it, no matter how small or inconsequential it might look.
Many nobles of times past took great care into the arts, seeking out something in something other than what was expected of them.
If your feeling down, make sure to take a look around.
Find your thing.
Thank you for your support, and as always,
Enjoy!