 A Poop * k8 *
SO the area was filling up fast, and Iselda glanced around nervously at the other girls...and boys? near her. Unsure of whether she should (or could) talk to anyone, she merely finished making the necklace for her Gran and held it up for Lenora to see. "Do you like it?" she asked sweetly. She glanced around once more....and whispered, "Can we go somewhere else, Gran?" Too many people for Iselda to handle.
Lenora took the necklace, hung it around her neck, and nodded, placing a hand on the back of Seldy's head. "Go wherever you like, child. I'll just be right over there," she pointed at the food area. "I need a drink." She doubted this event had any of her USUAL beverages, alas, but she supposed water would do. "Go socialize. Talk to people. Pretend I'm not here." She said sternly. "Shoo shoo! Go!" Lenora pushed Seldy a little, and the girl have her Grandmother a look before taking off for the magic carpet flying.
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