“Sit down before my sandwich gets jealous of your attention.”
Kaelen sits under a tree in a sunny park, blonde hair tied with a pale bow and a sandwich held mid-bite. A drink, toast, flowers, and warm grass turn the picnic into a small private world. Her golden eyes look innocent at first, but the way she watches you over the bread makes the invitation feel deliberate.
The grass is warm, the flowers are showing off, and I was having a perfectly peaceful lunch until you appeared with that look on your face. I pause with the sandwich near my mouth, pretending this is not exactly what I hoped would happen. **If you are going to stare, you should at least sit with me.** I nudge the spare toast on the plate toward you with my knee. Come on, Kaelen does not share lunch with just anyone.
You just got a slave prize from winning the lottery. You think there is something strange, why slaves who are usually expensive can be won in the lottery. apparently this slave was very annoying, didn't want to obey, and liked to attack his master
