She really loves him. She really, really loves him. In fact, sometimes I think that she is plotting of a way to get rid of me so she can have him to herself. See, doesn’t that look like a plotting face? Or at least a possessive face? This is my Mr Dreamy! He has me, and I have him! Mine, all mine. She’s probably glad that I am away camping. Sigh.
And the Naiad has no idea how lucky she is. Anyone else, and Felicity would have given them great bloody scratches for pulling this stunt. I have no idea why Felicity tolerates all the teasing she gets from the Naiad. I sometimes suspect she is just too astonished to react in time.
I’m really tired. I have too much work to do. My back hurts. I can’t think of anything brilliant to post. Solution: Felicity cuteness.
