by sheep. » Tue Mar 20, 2012 10:12 am
Izabel slowed the boat down to a happy medium, so that they were still moving at a nice pace but the wind didn't blow hard. She sighed. "This seems like some sort of cheesy romance flick or something," she commented, turning around to face Evander. "Don't get any ideas," she said sternly, flicking his forehead gently.