She sat down on the old wooden plank steps. Her hands resting in the soft moss that had accumulated there over the years of rain and snow. Her skirt hung between the warped wooden beams. She stared daggers into me while she lit the lamps with her magic. I wasn't sure whether to be afraid of her or to bow down to her. Nothing was ever for certain when one had to deal with a deadly warrior mage. I'm in writing mode, but I also have this desire to create pictures. I picked up some great last minute things on the showcase sale. That, unfortunately, will be the last time I get to buy anything for a while. Maybe it will cause me to dig through my runtime and actually use things that I have bought LOL. I am really glad though that I went to vikike176's store...OMg...why did I never look at this stuff before. The background packages are awesome :0) Back to finishing the last arc of my story. I am hoping to get it done while I'm on mini-vacation. Thank you all for your continued support :) Also, check out this neat author's page: http://www.independentauthornetwork.com/shannon-mcroberts.html