Reply To: Circle of Eights, Stories
Anita was playing with her new friend.
The Snoot, it had told her was its name. The Snoot was very ancient, very curious tooo.
The Snoot was asking loads of question, though they weren’t formulated with words, because the Snoot wasn’t speaking. It was too slow for the Snoot.
Nonetheless she was giggling, distracted from the preoccupations of Akita and the others.