Meg's Crazy World: Storytelling time part 8
She waited till he completely disappeared swallowed by the green foliage and only after that stood up with a heavy sigh. Looking around the now quiet camp she spotted her shoes, lying next to the pile of travelling bags and sacks. Eyeing them for a moment she decided to dress last, firstly taking…
They were walking for quite some time already, when the omnipresent trees started to thin. Not that the waterfall was far away from their camp, oh, no. But, given Meg’s state, they had to be cautious. Or rather, that’s what Alex thought. And probably only him, because Meghan seemed to be in surprisingly good health.
“Oh… Excuse me, I think I spaced out a little bit.” The elf observed, embarassed. “Can you repeat what you just said?”
The blackhaired man looked up at her slightly blushing face, not sure of what kind of reaction she’s going to welcome him with - a tap on his shoulder, a frown and then a smile, or a fireball to his head.
