Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-39768501-20190919211743/@comment-174.6.16.240-20191014182752

Ava

Ava sighed, and picked at her lunch. It had started drizzling, and Ava's headache had mutiplied by what seemed like a millon. She stared out over the neutral teritories. The really were pretty. Prettier than, in her opinon, the glittering towers of the elvin cities. They were too bright, to artifical, to developed and perfect, for Ava's taste. She wondered where Brandon was.

She hoped he was doing okay. He was pretty laid back, and sometimes Ava worried he was too agreeable, that he would let himself get pushed around a bit too much. She tryed not to worry too much, though. SHe hated him worring about her, and he was 16, he could take care of himself.

Brandon

Brandon practicly inhaled his food. Only after apetite supression, wich he did pretty good at, did he realize he was starving. Telipathicly, he searched for Ava's thought's. Finally, he found the familar soft wishper of her thoughts.

Hey, he transmitted.

''Hi. ''She said. Her voice sounded like when the softest breeze would rustle the leaves on the trees, just ever so slightly.

''You okay? He asked, How did you do with apettite supression?''

''I'm fine, how about you? and I did pretty good with apettite supression.''

''That's good. I did good, as well. And I'm fine.''

That's good. Brandon could almost see her little smile curve the corner of her lips up. When she smiled like that, with thinly veiled pain, he worried more than ever. But Ava wouldn't want his help, or worry. She was strong. She did things on her own.

Well, Bye. He said.

Bye, she said back.

-Chloe