"It's the truth!" Tal tried to protest, miserable and increasingly grouchy as Melita turned to name-calling. He scuffed the ground with his booted foot-
And then a man showed up and picked up the little firebrand and started carrying her off and the courier was left blinking in absolute bafflement as she screeched her demand at him. "My shoes? Why...? What d'you need 'em for...?" But he wasn't about to go after her. Nope. Actually, as far away as possible was sounding pretty good, and Tal sidled away and started heading to the other side of the party.
He made it about six steps before spotting Fox doing the dry-land backstroke, which was about three seconds before he caught sight of the Warden of Halo skipping with all due gravitas around the party. Switching directions abruptly, he ended up near the bonfire and glanced down to see--
"What the fuck is in this punch?" he asked Dantalion rhetorically, staring down into his cup with growing horror and an increasing urge to flee the scene.
And then a man showed up and picked up the little firebrand and started carrying her off and the courier was left blinking in absolute bafflement as she screeched her demand at him. "My shoes? Why...? What d'you need 'em for...?" But he wasn't about to go after her. Nope. Actually, as far away as possible was sounding pretty good, and Tal sidled away and started heading to the other side of the party.
He made it about six steps before spotting Fox doing the dry-land backstroke, which was about three seconds before he caught sight of the Warden of Halo skipping with all due gravitas around the party. Switching directions abruptly, he ended up near the bonfire and glanced down to see--
"What the fuck is in this punch?" he asked Dantalion rhetorically, staring down into his cup with growing horror and an increasing urge to flee the scene.
