Demalaxy, the name of the red zafara turned to face Storm, the lightning draik. Both had been traveling on the road of life for quite some time, about...two cycles of Neopia. The draik was thankful to have the red warm coat keep him warm on the blistery winters, and the red zafara was grateful for having someone with arms that could reach his back when it itched. "The stars are nice tonight..." The red one said, as energetic as ever."Mmmhmm..." The bolted draik murmured, usually always saying the. They shook the pine needles and ants out of their stuff and got dressed, stopping for a moment to enjoy the view back down the creek valley they had hiked up earlier. Roy hoisted the pack onto his shoulders and gave Sam a peck on the top of her head as they headed back to the trail. The trail wound upward along the creek valley, their destination a flat grassy plateau, home for the night. Reaching the high meadow after two hours they set about making camp. Sam was pleased that Roy seemed to. Take care."She was about to log off, when she decided to write Douglas an email. Maybe, if she put her thoughts down in writing, he would think again, and not push her away."My Blue-eyed devil,How can I tell you what is on my heart, without hurting and crying? A part of me wants to get to know you and fall deeper in love with the other side of you (the one I do not see in bed). I want to scream, "Why not?Then I rationalize things and tell myself, I understand. Until the next day, then I miss. I whispered my selection not even looking at the wine list. His only reaction to was to raise an eyebrow a fraction of an inch, while giving a short bow, stating he would return momentarily with the selected bottle. I knew it was there. I had handed it to the current owner's grandfather almost a century before for safe keeping.It only took the Head Waiter a few minutes to return. In that time, I had allowed my mind to wander back to that light spring day. A 30 year old chardonnay was what I.