Survival (RP, continued)

Drake: damn your strange tree

 

Skeyla:
-flys to the lake-

 

-Sitting in my palace_-

 

Drake: *sits in tree*

 

Emmett: *Frustrated*

 

Skeyla:
-throwing stones-

 

-Skips out and flies up onto a cloud-

 

Drake: *sighs*

 

Skeyla:
This isn't making me feel better -tosses another stone-

 

Ben-flies to Rorys cloud and smiles-

Hey Ro

 

Drake: *wanders*

 

Skeyla:
-messing with her shoes-

 

Drake: *sighs*

 

Skeyla:
I wonder how shoes are made...

 

Drake: *sits beside Skeyla*

 

Skeyla:
Hey -still examining her shoe-

 

Drake: hi what are you looking at?