Something freakish this way came.
The winds were changing, and they smelled fishy - something was rotten in the state of Verana.
Oh, right now everything seemed just fine. Kismet sat on one side of Zandria on a lovely, poofy couch with Florian on the other, as they planned their next date round. Sunlight came streaming in through a huge picture window lighting the lavish room with a bright glow, and even though things were more intense this round, there was a definite feel of optimism and excitement. But even so, there was something nagging at the back of Kismet's mind.
Since the dragon-pig incident, she'd sworn off on using her powers at all. She didn't dare so much as predict what would be for breakfast, for fear of setting off another disaster
but that didn't stop her intuition from bugging her like a puppy that needed to be let out before it made a mess all over the carpet. And right now it was screaming and jumping up and down. There was no doubt about it, this r