Reply To: The Precious Life and Rambles of Liz Tattler

Finnley staring at Godfrey in a bemused manner. Dragons? She hated it when characters changed personality mid-story and without warning. It was unsettling. Sidling closer to him she tentatively reached out and poked his arm firmly with her index finger.

“Ouch, dammit Finnley! What are you doing?”

“Testing to see if you are real or if I am hallucinating. Anyway, seems you are real so all good.”

“Oh, there you are, Finnley!” Liz beamed. “I seem to recall I was looking for you but I can’t remember why. Perhaps it was to remind you not to monopolise my thread. You are doing it again, you know.”