Their kites clearly have minds of their own and Edmund breaks into poorly smothered snickers as they play twister in the sky. "Grand idea." The Ancient keeps one eye on Soleil's movements to better coordinate his own. Their kites begin a slow and hazardous descent, bumping and twisting around each other in some kind of drunken mating ritual. The moment the thought crosses his mind, Edmund turns bright red and lets go of his string.
His kite soars upward, only tethered from lying off by Soleil's own. "I'm sorry!" Edmund lunges forward and regains control of his kite. From there the slow descent begins anew until the kites finally touch down and he reaches out to grab his. "Who knew that flying kites would be so hazardous?"
His kite soars upward, only tethered from lying off by Soleil's own. "I'm sorry!" Edmund lunges forward and regains control of his kite. From there the slow descent begins anew until the kites finally touch down and he reaches out to grab his. "Who knew that flying kites would be so hazardous?"
Edmund
Come dance in the shadows
