[littl3chocobo]

'where are we? in the book of course. it's power...well' it rubbed it's neck softly and raised it's head as if to look to the sky, it's face reflecting silver in moonlit spill of light 'from the books i suppose' or more, the book draws from me, from this' it cupped the gem dangling from it's neck 'and from this' it lovinlg laid it's hands over dark's own collarbone, a gem neclace much like the prince's neck only differing in color. 'it works with love, desire, dreams, it works with wishes'