She flipped the sword in the air and caught it. She looked at him.
"The most likely two reasons:
Being called a freak isn't too nice
We were all abandoned by our god parents"
"I've lived her since I was born, so I might be gloomy because I am kind of bored of this place. Hopefully I have someone to talk to now..." she rested her head on her hand and stared at him softly.
"Rudy isn't a great conversationalist." she pointed her head in the direction of Rudy, who was snoring.
He put his tail to the tear and pulled the tear to his eye. He studied it.
"I should be off now..." he said abrubtly as the tear fell off his tail.
"When you get the chance, wait outside its base. I'll be watching." he licked her ear.
"What is it?" Rosa asked, kicking off her sneakers, revealing pink stars on black socks. She stared at him intently.
He leaned forward.
"I lo-" he stopped and then darted down the rail.
"So far I'm not convinced..." she chuckled.
Anything is possible. If your up to it, you can do it, but if you will be inactive alot, it won't work.
Yea, one leader that will be on alot and a deputy and maybe some seniors.
She fell off her bed and started laughing, holding her stomach. She stood up after a few minutes and coughed.
"I talk in my sleep." she said seriously.
"It's nothing." she glanced at two cats looking at her. They were mates. They giggled and turned their rears towards her and let their tails stick straight up.
"It's a bit cold..." she meowed, the wind starting to blow cold air
(Go to Alaska next time :D! Epic!)
He dove into the water, grabbing her bra, and brought it back up. He held it out to her.
She shrugged.
"Like I said, I don't have friends. I don't pay attention to their god parents or their names or anything like that. I can't tell you anything. Sorry to disappoint." Rosa sighed.
"I think her name is Angel." she muttered.
Brad started to pet her head.
"You're a quiet doggy." he muttered, half asleep, and he leaned over and kissed the "dogs" cheek.
"weird fur." he chuckled and then opened his eyes. He shrieked and jumped off the bed. He stared at her, eyes wide. He put his bathrobe over his chest and legs and boxers.
She started to shift awkwardly.
"I can't hunt..." she whispered.
"It differs between their likes and dislikes. I go to the stadium and work with my sword. Others play Capture the Flag or newer campers try to get introduced to the camp and watch the centaurs battle across the lake." Rosa looked out the window thoughtfully.
"They look funny when they fight." she chuckled.
"Need a tourguide?" she asked.
"Nope." she grunted
