I decided to write a drabble for you all while I await my laptop being fixed. Thomas keeps fixing it, but then it keeps dying. I've written the beginning of chapter 10 twelve times. Not a happy writer. So I wrote this in the notepad. Scary.
You people: If your laptop is broken how are you WRITING THIS?
Me: Computersaur of course. You know, that giant, bulky computer that takes a few seconds to load every letter,
Be grateful.
Arra sat outside cutting up bits of an apple with her saxe knife and every once and a while holding a slice up to the small, fuzzy gray mare at her side. "Want another, Saer?" She asked after she'd cut one to the core. "Don't even think about it,"Came her former master's exasperated voice." Arra paused and with a snide smile replied, "Oops. You know, Halt, Psychology is a funny thing. Don't think about rocking Skandian ships!" she called, ducking behind Saer who gave her a look saying, 'He's going to kill you' She glanced up. Halt's face was green and he was clutching his stomach. "Pine tree. Now," he ordered. Arra grinned, "No can do, Halt, I am no longer your apprentice." There was a look in his eyes that made Arra fear for her life. Or her sanity. "Yes, but you are staying at my cabin, so I'm thinking you should take a break from you coffee privileges as well." Arra's face paled considerably though she was pale enough to begin with.
I wrote it in ten minutes. WELL, I thought up all the words, the actual writing took a lot longer,
ShadowC out.
