The Messy Race & Strawberry Obsession

Happy First Century to us!!

[ALANOR]

"Hey kid, your eyes," Celia said to Alanor who just looked at her, wondering what she was on about. Were they really that spent in the night?

"What's with them?"

"They're black," Celia let out carefully, knowing so well what it meant, but worried enough to know that Alanor was just one portal away from disappearing if this was what they all thought it was.

The man in question just kept dancing, like he didn't hear Celia.

"Relax, Celia. It happens when I'm excited and frankly, I'm excited about dancing my sorrows away," Alanor said and Celia looked at him. She could tell Alanor already knew what was happening but wasn't sure what to make of it.

"But—"

"No buts Celia. I just need more strawberries right now. If it's not too much trouble, please get me one, pretty please?" Alanor said and Celia sighed.