The bottle travels far but on a slightly right hand trajectory, exploding against the ground near a well-worn path leading to the stables. Alanna frowns, making a mental note to clean that up later.
"No, there isn't, and I'm glad you can still remember that."
She turns, eyes roaming along his torso to his face. Slowly.
"Drink what?"
The cider? And is he talking about her or Her now? This is getting confusing.
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Date: 2010-12-06 02:48 pm (UTC)"No, there isn't, and I'm glad you can still remember that."
She turns, eyes roaming along his torso to his face. Slowly.
"Drink what?"
The cider? And is he talking about her or Her now? This is getting confusing.