Lost Creek Hollow Perfect

Ashlar simply shrank back more under Jet's exasperated words.  He didn't know if he wanted to play, but he did know they shouldn't.  He threw another nervous look at Mona and had to catch a whine before it could make him seem even more like a scared kid.  He wasn't! He just didn't want to get in trouble.

Ashlar did nod emphatically when her brother, more sympathetic, echoed his thoughts.  He listened as Treason wrapped up, then tentatively agreed.  Um, can play.  I think.  He started to follow with a last questioning look at Mona.  Doubtless she'd allow it; he had been moping around enough.

probably my last post