Tides and Trails Part I
"sleep well, cricket," skandir muttered in a tired, hushed tone.
A Kindred Beast
It banged shut, muffling the sound of the crackling braziers and whatever crickets were nestled in the grass. she breathed slowly. it was silent now. all except for a slow, methodical breathing.
From the Moment I Held You
Slowly, they both became aware of the crickets still singing outside. lloyd kissed the boy's head and asked, "you... you okay?" "yes," stephan breathed. "i think i almost died." lloyd laughed and squeezed the boy in his arms.
Adventures with Sofi - 2/10
"you'd better not be that loud... after-all, that water pup's going to be keeping a particularly nasty ursaring in danger and you'll be waiting in the water whilst cricket gets the item." "cricket?"
Paradise
"the one where the girl keeps the cricket and feeds it so it makes music for her." the jackal explained. "i guess i'm their old cricket today, singing songs for them." she grinned and pointed at april and amanda.
Part 4: Old friends and new
"little cricket has learned well," she said with a warm smile. taalli's smile faded as she watched keenis work. "i think i get you now, feerah," she said after a pause.
Alaku’s Agreement
The sounds of distant birds in the forest were overshadowed by those of crickets and other insects in the wild grasses of the gently rolling hills preceding them.
Kindred Spirits, Hunted
Eventually, as more crickets and katydids joined the cocophony of sound, the boy's strengh returned to him. slowly, he sat upright and stretched his arms up and then to the sides.
Wings Of Fire-Fighting Conquest CH 9
cricket snapped out of her trance, and looked over at blue. “what were you thinking about?” blue asked her. cricket blushed. “uhm… just… dragonets.” blue nearly fell out of the sky.
A Cool and Calm Night
Gently the soft tunes of the oldies started to fill the air around the grassy-hillside as crickets chirped along to the beat and birds softly went to sleep.
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 16
She could hear the wind in the trees, the chirping crickets, and above all those, the snores. snores, snores, snores, all of them belonging to thick bastards sleeping oh so peacefully without a care in the world.
Chapter 08 - Thyme After Time - part 07
She yanked a cricket bat out of her coat, then reached into a pocket and pulled out what looked like a hard, black rubber ball about the size of a baseball.