The Dove Meets His Turtledove Of Love
Part 1 of 3
Posted January 6, 2007 by beamlette & Clara in OR
**looks around the room**
Imriel: I heard that my little Bird of Paradise was to meet me here today... but I don't see her... yet.
**from a higher
Hibou: *hoooooo* -it-IS-... -Dove-mine- *hoooohooooo* -care-ful-are-we-
Imriel: Surely I did not misunderstand the time... and this is the place...
Hibou: *hoooooo-ooo-ooo* -hand-some-my-Dove-is- *hoohoo*
Imriel: *sigh* Perhaps I was misinformed... maybe she doesn't want me after all... **eyes mist over**
Hibou: *HOOOOOOO*! -Dove-MINE-here-am-I! **hurls self**
Imriel: -- Is it -- that -- sounds like -- my –
Imriel: OOOOOOF! Ah -- er -- uh –
Hibou: *hoooo* -Dove-not-get-away-from-Hibou-... -Hibou-at-last-HERE- *hoooohoo*
Imriel: It's you, my Turtledove... my little feather girl... it's REALLY you... **gently strokes feathers**
Hibou: *hoooooooo* -so-pretty-is-Dove-... -yesss- *hoohoo*
Hibou: *hoo-ooo* -flew-I-miles-many-rewarded-am-I- *hooHOO*!
Imriel: Not to pick nits with my Turtledove of Love, but you are, um, just a little, er, heavier than I thought... not that there's anything wrong with that... noooo, other than the squashed nerve in my thigh... my love.
Will they hit it off? I think this answers the question: