Chapter six
'Sniff. Sniff sniff. Sniff sniff sniff. Mmmmmm that smells good. I want one.' The stranger thought as the smell of space s'mores reached him. He had just been roused by their delicious aroma. He got up and walked to the blue doors.
"Did you save me one?" His words were greeted by silence.
Snarf. Kess ate the last s'more. Everyone turned to look at him.
"Hey Aragon" kestrel said. She then did a double take. "Wait WHAT?"
Aragon was standing there in all his glory. With fiery red hair that stuck out at odd angles, a brown cloak, a red shirt that was tucked into his jeans, and a belt that held his long sword.
"Hi!" Aragorn replied. "Can I have a s'more?"
"No! You-" kestrel started but was cut off by a sharp elbow in the ribs from Gracie.
"Yes you can welcome back from outer space! So how did your trip to vex's ice kingdom send you out to the edge of the universe?" Gracie asked, as she attempted to make kestrel stop grumbling.
"Well apparently in the everything-is-made-of-ice land of vex's kingdom it's illegal to light fires. So I was in the castle one night in my room and I got cold! So I light a fire and melted the floor. The fire then fell two stories down and landed on vex's third cousins head. He then proceeded to run in circles screaming and vex had his men eject me. All in all, it was worth it!" Aragorn exclaimed. By the end of his explanation every one, kestrel included, was rolling around on the floor laughing so hard they couldn't breath. Aragon just stared at them like they were lunatics. And in a way, he was right.
