Shadeglen

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"But of course," Sadra smiled. "We did plan it after all."

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

Sadra pulled away and moved towards her supplies. She came back and held a silver bottle.
"You should slather this on the cheek she slapped you."

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"All the more reason to give it to you," Sadra said, popping open the lid and revealing a pale cream.

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Why not?" Sadra crossed her arms. "My brother gets smacked all the time, and guess who needs to make him picture perfect? Me."

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Picture perfect?" Sadra snorted. "You're not, trust me."

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Beautiful," Sadra laughed. "You call yourself beautiful? Sorry Vincent, girls are beautiful and boys are handsome. Do you mean to tell me you're a girl?"
She was laughing so hard she was clutching her stomach and tears were coming out of her eyes.

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"I'm sorry too," Sadra said once she collected herself. "I'm sorry that you call yourself beautiful."

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"I like that," Sadra smiled. "Being friends."

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

Sadra swiftly caught it. "Yeah, I figured that. And is it only because you kissed Avery?"

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Huh," Sadra sat on a stool. "Who's Celia?"

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"If you say so . . ." Sadra trailed offf before adding, "What do you want to do now?"

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"You can never be a bother Vincent," Sadra smirked. "Unless you pester me then yes, you would be a bother."

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Um," Sadra fidgeted with her shirt. "Constantly poking me, throwing things, making a mess, and . . ."

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Um," Sadra blushed, gripping the edge of the stool. "And . . . getting in the way."

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Pretty much," Sadra agreed and gave him a smile. "Though I'm sure you can figure out a way how not to be a bother."

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Hm," Sadra swirled around the stool a bit before saying, "Maybe we can work out something."

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

Sadra stopped swirling around and felt her hands starting to sweat.
"Um, having fun and passing the time."

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Let's see," Sadra counted the things off her fingers. "I'm breathing, blinking, talking, and . . ."

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Gah!" Sadra exclaimed. "You're making it hard to think!"

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Obviously," Sadra mumbled. "Alright fine, I'm also sweating, thinking, planning, and . . . something else but I just can't remember because of you." She looked up at him and glared.

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

Prisoner," Sadra snorted. "That's funny."

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Okay," Sadra scooter off her chair. "Now you're sounding creepy."

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

Sadra stared at ground. "Looks not I'm not your prisoner though."

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

That made Sadra look at him, narrowing her eyes. "Don't you dare touch anything."

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

Sadra rushed over to snatched it back.
"Vincent," She warned.

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

Sadra reached over to grab his other hand and retrieve the item.
Why did he have to be so . . . complicated? She told him not to touch anything and what does he do? He touches everything. Well, maybe not everything.

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

Sadra took her eyes off the piece in his hands and stared at him.
"How am I being rude, exactly? You took it and now I would like it back."

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

Sadra stiffened. "I can not relaxing knowing that you have something that belongs to me."

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"What?" Sadra tried to hop up to grab it. "Do I need to do something to get it back?"

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

Sadra crossed her arms and pouted. "What do I need to do in order to get it back?"

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"I can't," Sadra stared at the piece. "Unless you give it back."

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Okay, fine," Sadra sat on a different stool and took a deep breath, closing her eyes. She opened them and said, "Relaxed enough for you?"

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"What kind?" Sadra asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow.

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Oooo, yes!" Sadra clapped her hands. "You want to ask the questions or shall I?"

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Okay," Sadra got comfortable in her stool. "You got your word?"

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"The word you need to think of for the game," Sadra explained. "The way we play is you think of a word, or anything like an animal, person, plant, and then the other person, who is not think of any word whatsoever needs to guess what that word is. Is that not how you play?"

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Okay," Sadra took a deep breath and smiled. "Is it a person?"

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Is it an item?" Sadra asked.

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Not really?" Sadra raised an eyebrow. "Hm. Well, is it something edible?"

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

((Uh oh. Is the same problem that happened with Silverleafe happening again with this thread?))

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"So is it something toxic?" Sadra's eyes lit up.

((The one where you weren't able to post at Silverleafe.))

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Is it brown?" Sadra asked, running through a list of possibilities of what his word could be.

(Oh okay. I hope it didn't seem like I was being pushy. :( ))

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Oh, oh!" Sadra didn't look at Vincent as she stared out into the lake. "Is it feces?"

((Whew! I'm glad! :D))

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Hm, okay," Sadra looked away from the lake and noticed it was getting a bit warm. She saw Vincent leaning towards her. "Yes?"

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Okaaay," Sadra went back to looking at the lake. "Any hints?"

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Man, that's hard," Sadra sighed. "Does it have a dull color?"

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Grey?" Sadra asked. "Oh! Does it come in a bottle?"

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"Eight," Sadra grumbled, throwing her hands up in the air. "Fine! You win! I give up! What is it?"

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

"No, it wasn't!" Sadra rested her head in her hands. "Ugh! Twenty Questions seems to be my worst played game ever!"

[lorien ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ଳ, Second-in-Command]

Sadra smiled, slowly putting her feet on the ground to stop from spinning.
"Okay. I'll try."