Post by Whispering Wind on Sept 29, 2004 11:22:25 GMT -5
Prophecy was brushing her pink and white mane in front of the little mirror in her room. She had nearly forgotten about the vision; the fire at Razz´s Curiosity shop brought many other thoughts to mind. However, Prophecy felt that she had to take a walk. After tiening up her hair with a deep pink bow, she picked her celphone and went out, forgetting to look the door.