"So…? How is it so far, Sharena?"
"Um… Its… interesting… to say the least."
"Ok, but give me your most brutally honest opinion. No sugar-coating."
"Um… Its… bad."
"I'm sorry! It's just… I don't understand a lot of this and why is structured like a fictional story?"
"…I'm not good at this am I?"
"No! I'm not even sure if a lot of this is true! Psychic connection?! That never happened!"
"Well, I am writing it with ink and quill."
"Can't you just cross stuff out and rewrite it?"
"Nah, I'm way to stubborn."
"That's your excuse?!"
"Eeyep."
"Clean it up."
"Hm?"
"Clean it up! I don't care how, just do it!"
"Alright, Alright!" Sharena nodded her head and stormed out the door. Her door. Ironic, really. Instead of a stupid psychic connection, I've been shouting like a sportscaster. It's mostly unintelligible, but it gets the job done. The gun thing? I missed, but Breidablik did turn into a single action army. Missing is the only thing that changed, but I'm still quite shocked. I guess I just wanted to sound cooler, but that immediately back-fired. Anyways, hopefully this will be less dumb soon.