a/n: This is whipped cream y'all. I'm gonna write the first chapter of this wierd series of chapters some people like to call a story. The couples are going to come as they will and this is going to be so much fun.
As the queen of Edainia, you have certain responsibilities and a certain statue that you have to live up to. Such as, making sure you're not running your realm into a hole and keeping up with who your daughters are sleeping with. And, as the queen of Edainia, Sindel was only forfilling one of these responsibilites.
You could only guess which one.
Every once in a while, but more often than not, Sindel would find her favortie daughter fooling around that ninja from EarthRealm. Scorpion. What Kitana saw in him, she didn't know, but Kitana was hard-headed and knew what she wanted. Nothing she could do there.
She didn't even wnat to think about Mileena at the moment. It was fine that she was open with her sexuality, but some things had to be kept to the imagination.
Okay. Now I'm off topic. Back to the story . . .
As Sindel was strolling through the hallways, like she always did at this time, she noticed another figure walking towards her further down the hallway. Now as curiosity did not arouse yet, it was sure to show up sometime.
Venturing closer and closer to the figure and as the figure ventured closer to her, she noticed a distingushing burnt smell in the air. Wondering what it could be, and hoping that a part of the castle had not caught on fire, she quickened up her pace slightly.
Since this was a particuarly long hallway, by the time she actually got closer to the smell she was practically running. And at this pace, she ran head into Scorpion.
"Oh, I'm sorry Ms. . . Um. Ms. . . . . . . Kitana's mom. I was just leaving." Scorpion studdered, rubbing the back of his head as he quickly walked past Sindel and disappeared around a corner.
Sindel was left standing in the hallway, rubbing the bridge of her nose and shaking her head. She was going to have a long talk with Kitana later on that day.
But at least she found out what the burnt smell was.
a/n: Sorry it was so short, but maybe the next one with be longer. Depends on how the other voices feel at the time.
For now, whipped cream is out.
Life is but a dream for the dead.