"Now, Sora, in the future you will be expected to do yourown makeup, and although I will teach you, right now I am going to do themakeup for you so yo... can be surprised by your look. Alright?"He nodded his approval and Tiffany went off like a shot, starting byadding foundation and blush. Although Sora couldn't see what Tiffany wasdoing, she could tell that she was using a lot of makeup, as his eyelidsfelt much heavier as she added eye shadow and his lips tastes strongly oflip gloss after. Like that one, it was protected with a narrow bottleneck at the surface end, but the middle section was scarcely much larger and only dimly lit with the natives' phosphorescence. Meier quickly became anxious, and his mother had to spend considerable effort soothing him as she struggled to carry him along the passage. Ultimately she was able to put him down, and he toddled along beside her as she and Igwanda made the traverse, a good part of it on their knees. Greg and another alien followed. Practice.She bowed her head towards Lion. "Father, I apologize." It is nothing but practice, daughter." There was something about the way he spoke that brought her eyes back to him."Father, you are telling me something. Please, I am your daughter, and you are right. I'm not a soldier. It will be practice." And what are you thinking of doing?"Tanda frowned. "I was going to warn them to expect a false attack. To be careful, to prepare, but not to shoot." They should know not to shoot, shouldn't. I can zone out of the soft soothing words from the pulpit and grab an open eyed nap, with the heady scent of melted candle wax, wood polish, and that rich smoky incense at the Catholic shindigs, gently teasing my senses, as I try not to snore, or dribble. Being of no fixed religion I limit my visits to houses of worship strictly to when duty calls, like weddings, christenings and funerals. I hate crying babies almost as much as I hate smug happy couples, so funerals are the holy productions I.