Crystal Gallery

“Aw, come on Meems, I’m not saying it’s bad that you’re the ‘mom friend’ of the group,” Mata laughs, poking Noemi’s cheek. The latter puffs her cheeks indignantly, pushing back against the large finger prodding at her fibers. “How is it not bad?  You’re saying you think I’m old and annoying!” Noemi cries, ears drooping.  “I know what it...

Mata stirred as the sunlight shone on her face.  Flicking her ear in irritation, she nuzzled into the body next to her to hide from the offending brightness, but the concentrated warmth of the sun’s light pouring in through the window was uncomfortable enough to rouse her from her sleep.  She lifted her head, grumbling, and let out a big yawn before observing her surroundings.  Multiple tails, pairs of legs, and arms w...