Isabella takes Path with as much care and eagerness as can coexist in the same motion and cradles him, murmuring. "My Path my Path my Path - oh you're safe - my Path -" while he murmurs back to her in much the same way.
"Where's my cornucopia?" she asks, not taking her eyes away from her daemon. "I need to - he's so - I have to fix him."
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Date: 2013-02-04 09:16 pm (UTC)"Where's my cornucopia?" she asks, not taking her eyes away from her daemon. "I need to - he's so - I have to fix him."