- Apr 5, 2008
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Ana groaned, "Don't even go there." She watched him lie down and listened to his question.
"I really only got here recently, my father wouldn't let me leave sooner... and before you ask, running away isn't as easy for me as you'd think." Her thoughts turned to her father as something wet struck her cheek. As Kurama got up, Ana's eyes followed him and she let a small grin spread across her face.
She pulled him back to the ground. "Get back down here." She said, a twinkle in her mismatched eyes. She was about to make an umbrella-like portal over their heads when she sneezed off to the side.
A wave of an arm later and above them was a bright blue sky. Aldora smiled and looked next to her at the boy... Kurama was it? She studied his long hair and said, "You're almost pretty enough to make me go straight, no wonder she likes you." She laughed and pulled out a camera. "For the scrapbook." She said, and took a picture of Kurama with the blue sky above him, flowers below and around him, and beyond the portal, a hill that was getting wetter by the second.
"I really only got here recently, my father wouldn't let me leave sooner... and before you ask, running away isn't as easy for me as you'd think." Her thoughts turned to her father as something wet struck her cheek. As Kurama got up, Ana's eyes followed him and she let a small grin spread across her face.
She pulled him back to the ground. "Get back down here." She said, a twinkle in her mismatched eyes. She was about to make an umbrella-like portal over their heads when she sneezed off to the side.
A wave of an arm later and above them was a bright blue sky. Aldora smiled and looked next to her at the boy... Kurama was it? She studied his long hair and said, "You're almost pretty enough to make me go straight, no wonder she likes you." She laughed and pulled out a camera. "For the scrapbook." She said, and took a picture of Kurama with the blue sky above him, flowers below and around him, and beyond the portal, a hill that was getting wetter by the second.