the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
Foggily, Ilma watches the scenes unfold before her and upon her. She is relatively calm and blinks at Chemdog in the water. He is making quite a show of himself, but his movements are too quick for her eyes to latch unto. When he makes it rain, she smiles. ”More sparkles,” she points our to the sparkly palomino as if he’s an old friend with whom she’s been looking for glitters all day. He’s not Svedka, but enough of a lookalike for now to not have her worried.
Breckin looks back at her and Gold Sparkle, but unfortunately for her spotted friend, Ilma cannot move with something leaning on her, so she watches silently, dreamily. Her mind is hazy, and she simles at her friends, then suddenly her head is so heavy. She lowers it and closes her eyes a moment, readily sleeping.
@[Breckin] @[Chemdog] @[Sunblaze] She’s too drunk to stay awake
so I figured that for her is should be the thread’s endinf. But do have fun with/without her sleepy self xD if you do something that should wake her up I’ll reply again, so I will be stalking. But you don’t have to wait for me to reply ^.^