Re: Stairwell, going down from the 12th: 7:00 a.m.
Stefan could hear the steps coming up towards him but it wasn’t until she was in plain sight that he realized it was a girl. And such a pretty one at that. He stopped his hopping, in hopes that she would notice him. She showed no signs of stopping and he nearly croaked in warning when she finally let out a yelp.
“Do not be afraid,” the frog called out, although he knew it was a useless request. The poor girl was startled and he was sure his talking wasn’t going to help the matter. All thoughts of finding his original princess, or a body of cool water, or even some flys to eat were pushed away. “Where are you going, lovely?” Wherever she was going, he wanted to go to.