A small, tan coloured book, completely unadorned. The binding is worn and aged, the pages slightly tattered and curling towards the edges. Several small notes peek out here and there from between the sheaves of parchment and pieces of torn blue silk mark places within.
Monday, 13 October 2014
Eventually he will cave. With enough time and the right mood, a little dusting of his ego, a little challenge to his pride. Oh it will be mine. If for no other reason now than my own pride, I will have it.
As if some mangy old firework was ever going to do. I don't care how sparkly it could be. He thinks he can palm me off and I will bounce away like it's all over.
Oh no, not a chance. This is a battle and I will win.
In the words of a little pocket-sized prince:
"It isn't the size of the dog in the fight; it's the size of the fight in the dog."
Celestia posted @ 07:16 -
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