on purpose!” Seleste pointed out from her spot down the field. Haven raised a brow. “Now I’m not sure where to go.” Sesily answered without hesitation. “I could always attempt to hit you, Haven. If that would make you feel better.” Sera smirked and looked to him. “It is your decision, which team you’d like, of course, as master of the field.” She waved a hand over the collection of bowls. “Just throw the ball, Sesily,” he said.
