barely slept the previous night. The sight at
Tarkintown had disturbed her for reasons beyond
anything Claudius knew. She tossed, turned, and
cried into her pillow. Needless to say, she looked
like hell the next morning. The bruises on her
cheeks were still healing. For the appearances of
the children, she worked extra hard to piece herself
back together. Her hair cascaded down one side of
her face. Her ISB uniform was hanging in her closet.
For the safety of the girls, she had to dress like a
civilian. She was dressed identical to last night;
messy trousers, a crimson red too with a hood on it,
and a pair of comfortable slip ons. She didn't have
to pick her clothing often anymore. It was easier
when your closet was filled with multiples of the
same damn uniform.
The girls had
already arrived. Sierra oversaw it from her room.
She did not check on the Grand Moff. With the
arrival of the rest of his family, it was more
important than ever to keep appearances. She had
just finished dressing herself and packing a small
crossbody bag with special items for Ewwie when
there was a knock at her door followed by a girlish
giggle. It didn't sound like Drusilla. Could it be
Ewwie? "Come in," she called out.
What bounded through her door was a servant girl,
the one who had brought Claudius and her tea, and
another girl with long, dark hair. She wore a pink
tutu that was easily spottable from miles away. The
smaller of the two girls approached Sierra first,
giving her a deep curtsy. "Hi Sierra! I'm Princess
Callista!" She straightened up. "Auntie Zara told me
all about you. Can you come to tea time with me and
my friend Farrah?" She squeaked. "Auntie Zara told
me you are helping the ambassadador of Candy Land."
From seemingly nowhere, Callista produced a picture
that she had drawn of her and... Claudius? He was
wearing something pink with stars on it as well as a
crown that stretched towards the top of the paper.
She offered it to Sierra happily. "Can you give this
to him. Pweeasseee?"
know how this had happened. She had been cleaning in
Cup's room when the little girl spotted her, tackled
her, and lassoed her into a day of girlish
activities. Farrah had spun the situation, placing
the idea of visiting the candy man's companion.
After she had caught the Imperial bitch and the
married Rodney together, she wanted to explore the
depths of their relationship. The information would
be much juicier for Gaius should she see them kiss.
She acted shy, waving at Sierra awkwardly.
suddenly gained two more girls. She had intended to
take the children shopping in the city. Now she felt
like her hands were becoming more and more full. She
smiled, "Oh, a pleasure to meet you, Princess." She
took the drawing from Callista. Internally, she
snickered. It would be hard not to tease the Grand
Moff. However, she agreed to deliver the picture.
"Of course, sweetie. I'll give it to him later. I'm
sorry, I won't be able to make tea time today. I'm
about to take Drusilla and Ewwie out on a shopping
trip." Speaking of.. Where were they?
ornate doors were flung open, revealing the arrival
of Yekaterina Hanson, dressed in her brown Alderaan
Guard uniform, topped up with her oversized white
blast helmet. She held a large, ornate staff in her
hand, whose base she slammed into the ground twice.
"Lady Drusilla Rodney," she announced formally, in a
way that was normally reserved for state functions.
A small blue hand appeared from behind her, tugging
at her pants, which caused the guard to roll her
eyes beneath the blast shield. "...and
Ewwiekewwieikkie," she said, reluctantly, after
clearing her throat. There was a war on, and here
she was being a glorified bodyguard to a couple of
spoiled brats. The ceremony complete, she stepped
aside and held the door open, allow them room to
Rodney stepped forward wearing an ornate green dress
that was more suitable for a ball than a period of
mourning. She had recently purchased several new
dresses, and this was her earliest opportunity to
wear one. As she arrived in the room she raised her
right hand gracefully, and gently waved at everyone
who had gathered. She saw a filthy woman, Sierra,
whom she assumed was one of the groundskeepers, a
child, Callista, who she feared would steal all the
attention, and someone similar in age and
appearance, Farrah, who depending on the angle might
pass for her twin. She *hated* them all before a
single word was exchanged between them. "*I* am
ready for my shopping trip," she declared, as she
decided that everyone was already late. "I must
purchase a dress for my sister's funeral. I suppose
it has to be black doesn't it?" she asked, pursing
her lips in frustration and contemplation. As far as
she was concerned, she was now second in line to the
Duchy of Delaya.
Ewwiekewwieikkie came bounding into the room behind
her 'sister' Drusilla, her yellow eyes excitedly
taking in visions of all of the new people. It was a
sensory overload for the young Squib, whose mouth
hung open, her tongue sliding in and out, and
splattering drool everywhere. She went to Siera
first. "Hi!" she said, as she gave her a tight hug,
leaving some strands of blue hair behind. "Hi!", she
repeated, as she ran towards Farrah and gave the icy
child a tight hug as well. Her eyes went wider as
she saw Callista, and getting down on all fours she
sprinted towards the young child, and then pounced.
"Hi!" she yelled, as she looked down at the child's
face, her muzzle hovering over her face, as she
panted and drooled upon her. She was the happiest
she had been in a long time, unable to process the
fact that her older 'sister' was dead.
It seemed that
Sierra' privacy had come to a quick end, first with
the appearance of the two little ones she'd seen
around the castle, next, with the arrival of Kat,
signifying that Claudius' children were here for her
to babysit. Drusilla had always been the dramatic
one. She had to make a scene even when it was
entering Sierra's room. Her eyes brushed over
Drusilla first. It always amazed her how the girl
could stand wearing such elaborate, luxurious
dresses. She looked like she was dressed for a
wedding at any time. By dressed for a wedding,
that's referring to her as the bride. She could tell
that Drusilla did not recognize her, for it had been
nearly half a decade. She had grown up in some ways,
but there were some things that never changed...
"Yes, black is typical for a funeral. Perhaps we can
find something with pretty accents?" Speaking of
things that never changed, Ewwiekewwieikkie was one
familiar face that didn't change. Sierra smiled
kindly at the elder sister, whose mouth hung open
like an animal. She squeezed the small Squib who
left behind drool and other traces of herself on
Sierra's clothes. "Hi Ewwiekewwieikkie! Do you
remember me? Sierra? We used to play together." The
Squib's tunnel vision had already moved onto the
girls. Farrah looked highly disturbed when she was
hugged. Her fingers immediately worked on plucking
the blue hair from her clothing. "Ew..." She
remarked so quietly that no one would hear. She
didn't look overly thrilled with the idea of a
the other hand, was a willing participant. Ewwie
thrilled her to the point of squeals. She was
laughing herself to breathlessness before the blue
girl pounced her. Callista's limbs wiggled this way
and that. Her hands petted Ewwie's head. There was
drool everywhere. It reminded her of a little puppy.
"Eeee! Hiiiii!" She tried to squeeze Ewwie with her
arms around her neck. Just like that, Farrah *and*
Claudius had been replaced in her heart. "Let's be
bestest friends, okay?! I'll make you a friendship
towards Kat who had clearly been roped into this
trip. "May the Force be with you," she joked dryly.
"Girls! C'mon! Let's get going! I've got a special
surprise for Lady Drusilla as long as we can manage
to get out of here early enough." Her hand
disappeared into her bag. From it, she pulled out
what looked to be an antique hotel bell. She chimed
it three times to catch Ewwie's attention. It was so
shiny! When she had gathered her crowd, she did a
quick headcount. Her mind wandered briefly to the
Grand Moff. He had set himself up with a lengthy
day. She worried that he shouldn't be alone.
Ewwiekewwieikkie was too sweet and innocent to take
offense at Farrah's reaction. Instead, she assumed 'Ew'
was an affectionate shortening of her name. "Okies.
You my bestest friend," she said, as she squeezed
Callista in the tightest of possible hugs. She held
her there for a while before hearing the sound of
Sierra's bell. She surged forward, swarming her, and
bouncing up and down in front of her just about as
excited as possible. "I want it! I want it! I want
it!" she said, as she pawed towards the bell with
overexcitement. "What is it?" she asked, not
understanding its purpose other than it made a sound
that caught the attention of her large, pointed
ears. Her tongue sway side-to-side excitedly, as she
was nearly foaming at the mouth with enthusiasm. It
was almost too much for her to bare. Her nostrils at
the end of her maw flared as she caught a whiff of
something delicious ... it was pie! She bounded out
of the room in a wild frenzy in a desperate attempt
to find where it was coming from.
Drusilla groaned at Ewwiekewwieikkie's antics, as
she impatiently looked towards Sierra. "You *will*
control her, peasant," she sneered, judging her
based on the way she was dressed. "I shan't have my
day of shop- ... mourning for my sister ruined by
her," she said, before nodding her head once at her.
"Come, Hanson. You can carry my bags," she ordered,
as she raised her chin arrogantly, and began to
march out of the room towards the armored Alderaan
Guard speeder that had been put at their disposal.
"How much skin can you show at a funeral?" she
asked, to no one in particular, as she moved into
the speeder to prepare for their journey to the
city. With her father distraught he likely would not
bother to check her expenditures ... this was an
unprecedented opportunity to the spend the treasury
and she would not let it pass.
all," Yekaterina said to Sierra, before rolling her
eyes at Drusilla and Ewwiekewwieikkie. "If you may
be counted to look after the Lady Callista and the
Squib, I will do my utmost to spare you the wrath of
the Lady Drusilla," she said to Sierra, offering her
a small bargain. Personally, she would rather take
orders from the debutante than chase after the Squib
all day. "Yes, Milady," she said obediently to
Drusilla, before following after her towards the
waiting speeder. Most of the Alderaan Guard had
turned out to protect them and in front and behind
of their transport there were smaller, armed
speeders to escort them. Gaius had ordered that
nothing befall the Rodney children during their
visit to Leiliani as there was nothing more than the
public hated than an injured child. She was glad to
have the help of Claudius' *whatever*, Sierra, and
the child servant, Farrah, as the three children
could be more than any one person could handle.
squeaked louder. "You're so nice! You can be a
princess with me!" She declared. Everyone would be
glad that Callista had chosen not to wear a shiny
crown. Sierra's little bell trick was effective but
only for so long. She watched the Squib jump in
front of her. It would be nice to have a mind as
simple as Ewwie's. The Squib couldn't even
understand what had happened to her sister.
Nonetheless, Sierra liked Ewwie. She was sweet and
innocent in a way that the world had forgotten.
"It's a bell." She said, causing it to chime again,
"I'll give it to you at the end of the day," she
promised. However, she wasn't sure that the Squib
heard her. A second later, a sweet scent drafted
into the room and she was gone. Yeah, Sierra had her
hands full. She laughed out loud when Drusilla
referred to her as a peasant. "You don't remember
me, do you, Drusilla? Does Sierra Dakkar ring a
bell? You threw away all my dresses the first summer
I spent here because they weren't fashionable." The
blond snickered towards Claudius' bratty child. She
knew she needed to be watched, or the Rodney family
would become broke before lunch time.
still brooding. She only liked shopping when Daddy
took her, not when royalty expected her to continue
to clean up after them. She supposed it was better
than having to spend time with the cow and the
playboy. Swallowing her pride, she made her way out
of Sierra's room with the bouncing, little Callista.
She held one hand of the little girl's. Ewwie may
have become Callista's number one best friend, but
number two still belonged to Farrah. The two girls
chattered quietly, Callista happily explaining
alllll about her Mama and Daddy.
still smiling when Yekaterina struck up a deal. She
turned, chiming the bell in her hand to try to
retrieve Ewwiekewwieikkie without searching for her.
"Throw in a strong drink at the end of the day and
you've got a deal. I'm sorry, in advance. I know
what shopping trips with Drusilla look like. The
whole Alderaan guard isn't enough to carry her bags.
I'll meet you guys at the speeder." She had lost
Ewwie, after all. Sierra went darted in the opposite
direction of the others. If her nose was taking her
towards the kitchen, then so was the Squib's. "Ewwiekewwieikkie!"
She called out. When she found her, it took
sacrificing one of her many bells to get her loaded
up into the speeder. *Phew*! They had managed to
Dakkar?" Drusilla asked, as the speeder began to
move away from the castle, down the winding mountain
road to the city of Leiliani below. "Was your family
fortune and wardrobe destroyed on Alderaan?" she
asked, as she pursed her lips slowly, as she
carefully examined her across the speeder. "You look
*terrible*. I will have papa give you some credits
so you can purchase clothing that does not smell.
For today, I will allow you to charge one outfit to
our account. *One*," she said, as she raised her
index finger to signify that she only meant one. "In
honor of my father's coming succession to the Duchy
of Delaya, and my being installed as heir apparent,
*we* have decided to be generous," she declared,
extending her hand across towards Sierra. "You may
kiss my hand," she said, as she turned her head to
look away, as she waited for her *subject* to bless
Life aboard an
Imperial Star Destroyer had been hard for
Ewwiekewwieikkie ... she was always in the way and
getting into trouble. Living in her father's house
on Esseles was not much better now that it had been
a fortified encampment. This had been her first real
adventure where she was free of Imperial officers to
command and berate her, which made her *very*
excited. She was bouncing the entire ride in the
speeder, her face plastered against the viewport as
she looked out at the sights and sounds as the
speeder rumbled down the mountain. She had forgotten
Sierra's promise to give her the bell once this day
was over, though whether or not she would cooperate
by being *good* was yet to being determined. She had
decided she loved Callista, and viewed her as a
small human she could perhaps keep as a pet. It
would be hard for her to understand when it was time
to give her up.
"If you want
me to shoot you ... I will," Yekaterina said to
Sierra with a smile, and a soft laugh, as she
watched out the viewport for any potential attack.
There were numerous elements on the planet who
viewed the return of Claudius Rodney and his family
as an affront to the memory of Alderaan. It would be
difficult to protect them if the mob realized who
they were. Thankfully, Sierra had the good sense to
not wear her Imperial uniform. She had served
Claudius Rodney and his family for many years, but
she had come to despise him, and all Imperials, for
what had happened to Alderaan. She was born there,
and had she been assigned to the Alderaan Guard unit
stationed there she would now be dead like virtually
everyone else she knew. The children were innocent
and she would do her duty, but she would *not* step
in the line of a blaster bolt for the Imperial
Lieutenant, Sierra. Still, there were good manners,
and she offered a smile and a reassuring nod at the
only other adult participating in this inadvisable
"Can you sleep
over in my room tonight?" Callista was perched right
beside Ewwiekewwieikkie throughout the entire ride.
She, too, bounced excitedly, influenced by her new
best friend. Her flowy curls moved with her little
body. One of her hands ran over Ewwiekewwieikkie's
arms. Her fur was so soft! She couldn't help but
sneak in another hug. "My bed is soooooo big! Like
this big!" Her arms stretched out wide. "You can
sleep in it with me! We'll jump on it and eat
cookies and tell stories and brush each other's
hair..!" She peered over at Farrah. "You gotta come
too! My bed is big enough for *all* of us! I'm sure
Mama and Daddy will like the company." Her Daddy
always seemed sad when Mama had to leave. In
Callista's mind, her mother was simply delivering
food elsewhere. She *had* to go sometimes.
Callista's attention moved at a mile every second.
By the time she brought up the sleepover, she was
over it. "Your dress is soooo pretty!" She said,
referring to Ewwiekewwieikkie.
Kids say the
darndest things, huh? Drusilla was something. She
had no idea how Claudius' biological daughter and
him were alike. Maybe he, in secret, had a very
extensive wardrobe. Sierra hadn't never been able to
connect the dots. She took no offense to anything
Drusilla said, understanding that this was simply
how she was. "Oooh, thank you, Lady Drusilla. You're
so gracious." It seemed she had already
predetermined what Claudius was here for. Sierra
still did not know if he intended to claim his
birthright, or cast it aside for the sake of his
brother. She wished she could be a fly on the wall
when he went to see Julius regarding the whole
bastard incident. She laughed hard at the girl,
pushing her hand away playfully. "You'll always be
the same, won't you?" Sierra seemed much more light
hearted this morning. Spending time with the girls
was already working its magic. "No, no," She replied
to Yekaterina with a grin. "Wait until she picks
something for me to try out, then shoot on sight.
I'll want to be put out of my misery. Please tell
Lord Rodney I died honorably in battle or
something." She snickered. The speeder was already
coming to a stop in front of a shop that she knew to
be one of Drusilla's favorite dress
shops...well...it had been years ago. She looked
towards the girl, who looked oddly alike to the
servant girl now that they were seated close to one
surprise! I had the owners open the shop two hours
early. Nothing but you and fine dresses." Hey, give
the girl some effort. Sierra was making the effort.
She already had another bell in hand. She wanted
this to be a good family outing. Not only would it
be enjoyable, but she also hoped to score some
brownie points with the elder Rodney.
speeders came to a halt armed members of the
Alderaan Guard exited from the escorting craft and
took up a defensive position, denying the public any
access to the ducal family. Yekaterina was,
blessedly, the first out of the speeder and took up
position at the door of the boutique, eyeballing the
crowd that was sure to grow in numbers as news of
their arrival spread throughout the HoloNet. "I hope
they will be done within two hours," she said to
Sierra, as she examined her wrist chronometer to
confirm the time. "Milady, it would be unbecoming
for a Lady such of yourself to shop amongst your
people. I think it would be wise if you concluded
the affair before the general public arrives," she
said, with a firm bow of her head, attempting to use
reverse psychology to manipulate the spoiled brat
into hurrying this along.
Ewwiekewwieikkie nodded happily to Callista, as she
gave her another warm, tight hug. "I like you!" she
declared, before allowing her large pink tongue to
slip from her mouth and slobber all over the young
girl's face. When the speeder came to a halt, she
quickly took hold of Callista, pulling her by the
arm as she led her towards the store. The sales
people lit up when they saw Ewwiekewwieikkie, as
they knew whenever she broke something the family
always paid to ensure she did cause a scandal. The
sales people all began waving shiny trinkets in the
air, which caused her to run back and forth between
each one, as she gawked at cheaply made, overpriced
jewelry that the salespeople longed to be rid of at
the hands of the easily excitable Ewwiekewwieikkie.
right, Hanson. None of them are fit to shop with me.
I honor you by allowing you to carry my bags,"
Drusilla informed the Guard, as she stepped into the
shop. "How much jewelry can one wear to a sister's
funeral?" she said, as she moved past the clothing
and headed towards the jewelry counter. "I suppose
I'll need a bracelet, a necklace, earrings, a ring
... a brooch..." she said, as she dragged her finger
along the display case. "It's how Jelena would have
wanted it ... me looking my best," she said,
justifying her actions, as she began picking up some
of the most ornate and gaudy pieces on the planet.
"Here. Sierra. This one is fake, but if you fancy
it, I will allow you it. Only the very best would be
able to tell ... like *me*," she declared, as she
inhaled snobbishly through her nose. It was
wonderful to be rich and noble.
some skills with Drusilla. Suddenly, Sierra felt
like she might not have gotten the best end of the
deal. She saw how Kat manipulated her. It was
actually kind of amazing! She stored away the
information, just in case she ever found herself
shopping without Yekaterina. "Please teach me your
ways, oh great one," Sierra commented to Kat
quietly. Ewwiekewwieikkie had taken off, as she
expected the Squib to. She could recall how
businesses set up traps for the poor girl to fall
into. It was a given that some sort of destruction
would follow, only now she had a little girl in tow
having a *wonderful* day. She had gained so many new
friends now that people were showing up at the
Rodney castle. As much as she loved Granny Livia,
she often acted really funny. Ewwie had licked her!
Her face was completely damp. Instead of being
disgusted, the impressionable girl thought it was
amazing. She giggled, messily wiping her face clean
with the arm sleeve of her dress. "Yay! This is
fun!" She didn't mind being dragged around like a
rag doll. It reminded her of the day Mama and Daddy
had taken her from the camp. They'd had a fun
shopping trip. The little girl picked out a big,
chunky, extremely shiny bracelet from one of the
display cases. A salesperson gave it to her, to
which she quickly slid it on her friend's wrist. "*Wooww*!
*It looks beautiful*!" She squeaked, grabbing
Ewwiekewwieikkie's face and promptly putting her new
knowledge to good use. She licked the girl, though
significantly less slobbery than Ewwie had done to
her. When she finished, her tongue was covered on
blue fur. "*Bestest friends*!"
Sierra was watching the interaction between
Ewwiekewwieikkie and the bastard's daughter from
close to Drusilla. It really seemed like they were
becoming fast friends, complete with licking each
other. She had to wonder if Drusilla *really* felt
saddened by Jelena's death. She had never known her
well. Other than occasionally getting roped into a
wardrobe change, Drusilla wasn't like Sierra. Jelena
would simply want her little sister to be happy, and
so, Sierra became the enabler, "Remember, keep it
respectful. You are attending your sister's
funeral." The funeral.... She wasn't ready for it.
Even Sierra hadn't purchased an appropriate dress
for the occasion. She wanted to ignore it and reject
it until she could no longer. She played into
Drusilla's hand, taking the hideous bracelet from
her. She slid it on her wrist, limply dangling her
arm in front of Drusilla. "Are you sure? It weighs
roughly as much as I do. Let's focus on finding you
a dress first." She suggested, heading towards the
direction of the clothing. Learning from Kat, she
selected the most hideous outfit and held it up.
"How about this one?" Grin!
Farrah was the
odd man out on this trip...and she was happy for it
to be that way. She stayed close to Ewwie and
Callista, because Callista *never* shut up. The
beans she spilled proceeded to spill other beans. It
was a wonderful, vicious cycle. Callista liked
everyone to play, so she picked out a special piece
for Farrah too. "We should *all* get matching
jewerlies!" Callista, too, was an enabler.
"The trick to
dealing with the Lady Drusilla is to allow her to
*believe* she is in charge," Kat whispered back
towards Sierra, as she kept a keen eye on the young
women as they ransacked the store. "Drusilla never
had the tempering influence of her mother, as your
friend Jelena did, and therefore she takes after the
Duchess Livia exclusively," she whispered, trying
her best to impart the wisdom that she had learned
from dealing with the children. There was a war
going on, and if her duties were going to be
relegated to carrying the bags of a spoiled brat she
might considering changing her options. It was then
that she was confronted by the shopkeeper who
presented her with the staggering bill of 1,700,000
credits. "Oh dear. They've really done it this
time," she said, louder than a whisper, as she began
to gather up all of the packaged. "Lil' help?" she
asked of Sierra, as she began to waddle out towards
the speeder with what seemed like half the contents
of the entire boutique.
"It is always
a pleasure, Fred," Drusilla said to the owner of the
boutique as she made her way out towards the
speeder. When she walked out into the air she saw
the crowd that had arrived and basked in all of her
glory. She raised her hand and cupped it, slowly
moving it from left to right in a regal wave. She
said nothing, as it would not be polite to greet her
people in such a fashion. After all, she was
supposed to be in mourning. They were holding
holographic images of the late Lady Jelena, the
Rebel hero, and had candles lit all along the
street, complete with flowers and even stuffed
animals laid about. The entire planet remembered the
young noblewoman and her upbringing in the wake of
her mother's tragic death. Her legacy had been
cemented forever in the hearts of the people, but
Drusilla was too obtuse to see it and believed it
was all for her.
Ewwiekewwieikkie squealed as she played with
Callista and the new bracelets. As she went outside
she caught a glimpse of Auntie Mae's ice cream
parlor, and her mouth began to water. With Callista
attached at one hand, and a bag of worthless steel
jewelry in the other, she began to push through the
crowd towards Autnie Mae's. "Ice cream! Ice cream!
Ice cream! Ice cream!" she said, all the while
pushing through strangers, as she struggled to get
to her destination. In a frenzy the Alderaan Guard
took to the crowd, roughly pushing them aside to
protect the House of Rodney's two adopted children
... Ewwikewwieikkie and Callista. Eventually, the
crowd parted, and the excited Squib had made her way
up over the counter and began to eat directly from
the giant tubs of ice cream. "C'mon 'ista!" she
shouted, as she began taking her paws and throwing
scoops of ice cream at her like snowballs.
listened closely to Kat's whispers. Make her believe
she's in charge, check! Thinking back to Livia in
her younger days, she could see the similarities
between the two, and the reasons why she wasn't like
Jelena. Seeing Drusilla made her think of her sister
more. At least one Rodney was holding themselves
together. No better cure than shopping therapy. She
looked sympathy for Kat. "Oh my, how long have you
been doing this? You know, there's a compartment on
Lord Rodney's ship... I can smuggle you out of here.
Maybe a nice, vacation planet? You can live out the
rest of your days relaxing." Sierra's face said that
she was only half kidding. She obliged to helping
the poor guard with the large variety of bags. She
had no idea how Drusilla spent so much so quickly.
Another gift of the Rodney child, right?
Callista jumped up and down as they departed from
the boutique. "*Best day everrrr*!" She proclaimed.
Like Ewwie, she couldn't understand that the planet
was in mourning. Her life had significantly
improved, and thus, she was a happy child. A fit of
laughter followed when Ewwiekewwieikkie took off.
She joined in on the chant, "Ice cream! Ice cream!
Ice cream! Ice cream!" Even the little girl knew
where they were headed now: Auntie Mae's. It was the
*bestest* ice cream in Delaya because of Lady Zara.
"Ice creammm!" She mimicked Ewwiekewwieikkie again,
happily moving to defend herself with fistfulls of
ice cream. A little food war had erupted between the
two girls. "Imma getchu, Ewwie!" She squealed as she
was pelted in the head by some of Auntie Mae's
signature purple potato ice cream.
Sierra knew she had lost Ewwiekewwieikkie the
instant it happened. She quickly shoved the bags
into the speeder. "I get Drusilla next time," she
commented quietly to Kat. Like the guards, she took
off into the crowd after the girls. By the time she
arrived, the ice cream store was a total war zone.
Callista was crouched behind a chair with her hair
dyed multicolor by all the ice cream in it. No doubt
that Ewwiekewwieikkie was in the same shape. Before
she could start panicking, someone pegged her in the
chest with ice cream. She made a mean, *mean* face
and stomped her foot. "Alright! Which one of you did
that?!" She stomped dramatically towards an
untouched gallon of ice cream. She placed it beneath
her armpit, using her hands to throw ice cream balls
towards both girls. "*I'm gonna get you for that*!"
If you can't beat 'em, join them.