Dala glanced up, face red. "Oh, I'm not interesting, eh?" she scowled. It was then that she saw Orphen standing with a woman outside. Majic's face was unreadable, and Dala knew what had happened. Azaile...
She glanced at her ice cream, unable to eat anymore. Handing her bowl to a passing employee, she caught sight of Misha's all-knowing face. It was flooded with pity.
Standing up and stretching, Dala called, "Misha, Dana!! You guys can stay with me. Unless you want to stay with Majic, Misha. But Orphen will be there..." Feeling a mix of emotions, she knew she was rambling.
Mischievia smiled. Jakobbe had made sure to research their past. "I'm so sorry... I... I guess it... I don't know..."
She leaned into him, closer, closer, until she was practically on him. "But, now I have you... No need for swords now..."
She couldn't kill him yet, not in front of Dairy Queen. "Come with me, down to the beach," she whispered, beginning to walk to the crossroads.
If only I knew how she spoke. Good thing these magical slippers hide my aura...