Finally finishing her sketch, Alison blew out her breath as if she had been holding it the entire time, smiling as she reached to dig her palms into the plush grass, turning her head to the sky. It turned out exactly how she wanted, eerie and intriguing, capturing the magic of the moonlight across the lake. She wasn’t sure if it was the firewhiskey or the comfort of Orenda, but sitting by the lake it felt like she had never been in such a perfect moment, wishing she could capture it for forever.
Then her stomach lurched.
Turning to face away, she threw up into the grass, a small amount but still the smell made her gag again. Scrambling away, she gathered her things, wiping her mouth on the sleeve of her robe and looking around to see if anyone had seen her. She wouldn’t want to be the person that accidentally stepped into that mess. “Damn you, Sterling.” She cursed to herself, regretting the firewhiskey she had ingested, now she just felt sick.
Cutting through the courtyard, she noticed a couple of people had the same idea as her, to enjoy the summer night air. As she came closer she recognized the group, well at least two of them. One of the girls was unfamiliar, and the fourth person had his back to the group. Flushing with color, she hoped none of them would be able to tell she was a bit bent off the firewhiskey. From what she could tell she was walking straight, and it was dark enough that they wouldn’t be able to tell by looking in her eyes. However approaching them with a smile, very un-Sonny like, might have given a sign if they were looking for one.
“Hullo Braelyn and Ryland.” clutching her sketchbook to her chest much like an eager first year does their own textbook, she took a seat on the table the lot had gathered around. Although she no longer held the title as ice queen at Orenda, Alison was not known for being extremely sociable or outgoing, but what was left of the firewhiskey encouraged her to talk to the group. Looking to the unfamiliar face she waved weakly, “Hullo strange face.” She said, giggling to herself.
As a breeze whipped her hair around, Alison recognized her behaviour as foolish, feeling color creep up her cheeks once again. Hiccuping, her hand went to cover her mouth as her eyes shot open. “Pardon me.” She said, unable to resist a smile. Then looking at the group, she registered she might be walking in mid-conversation. “Uhm...I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” she asked.
Then her stomach lurched.
Turning to face away, she threw up into the grass, a small amount but still the smell made her gag again. Scrambling away, she gathered her things, wiping her mouth on the sleeve of her robe and looking around to see if anyone had seen her. She wouldn’t want to be the person that accidentally stepped into that mess. “Damn you, Sterling.” She cursed to herself, regretting the firewhiskey she had ingested, now she just felt sick.
Cutting through the courtyard, she noticed a couple of people had the same idea as her, to enjoy the summer night air. As she came closer she recognized the group, well at least two of them. One of the girls was unfamiliar, and the fourth person had his back to the group. Flushing with color, she hoped none of them would be able to tell she was a bit bent off the firewhiskey. From what she could tell she was walking straight, and it was dark enough that they wouldn’t be able to tell by looking in her eyes. However approaching them with a smile, very un-Sonny like, might have given a sign if they were looking for one.
“Hullo Braelyn and Ryland.” clutching her sketchbook to her chest much like an eager first year does their own textbook, she took a seat on the table the lot had gathered around. Although she no longer held the title as ice queen at Orenda, Alison was not known for being extremely sociable or outgoing, but what was left of the firewhiskey encouraged her to talk to the group. Looking to the unfamiliar face she waved weakly, “Hullo strange face.” She said, giggling to herself.
As a breeze whipped her hair around, Alison recognized her behaviour as foolish, feeling color creep up her cheeks once again. Hiccuping, her hand went to cover her mouth as her eyes shot open. “Pardon me.” She said, unable to resist a smile. Then looking at the group, she registered she might be walking in mid-conversation. “Uhm...I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” she asked.