Post by Charles Grimforth on Aug 12, 2009 21:54:34 GMT -5
Charles relaxed as he sat on the window ledge, playing with Ibbis, his pet Jobberknoll. Ibbis was small, and speckled the brightest, richest blue. He didn't sing, of course, but he listened intently to his master's humming. he fluttered around his head, landing on an stretched out finger, and happily nipped at Charles' silver jeweled ring. Charles smiled, happy that he could give his pet fresh air. Blightfoot, His Kneazle, was wandering the halls, searching for misbehaving students.