Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Your heroes for ghosts?
"...Alright." Sam simply said, shaking his head with wide eyes. There was never any winning this game, and he was annoyed at himself for taking part at all. There was little point in trying to beat Evie in bitter words, because she always had more than him.
Perhaps if he ignored her, that would work. He leaned forward, began to work with a slightly engineered earnest on the bricks in the wall of the castle. Making them slot together neatly, one on top of the other. He was painfully aware of Evie's eyes on him but tried to act as if he was simply going to continue on working no matter how long she sat there.
Samuel
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
