Timber's thoughts wrap around the thin air and leave an image clear as a bell for Loyal to see....
....She has just descended from her ship and the delegation from Hell-lead by Simon 9 himself-is leading her to a dance troop of little girls wearing fancy pickle dresses.Their hair is twisted in ponytails,they all have the happiest smiles imaginable.
"The class is all aware and honored that you will be having the great honor of choosing one,and I am afraid only one,of them for dinner tonight.Be my guess and choose any one of the girls you would so choose."
Timber smiles,these beautiful girls are not what she has expected from Hell at all,"That pretty one over there,"Timber says smiling,"The one with the cutest rosy cheeks."
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