The Yule Ball

"Ah, but then you'd have to tell daddy what you were doing here in the first place, wouldn't you?" Elrohir said, poking her in the nose.

"No I could lie." Sonia says. "After all, I'm a BAD girl." Yeah, now she was overdoing it. A small laugh escaped her lips.

"Yes," Elrohir agreed, barely hiding a smile. "You're a bad seed alright."

"Okay, let's go eat. Maybe my full tummy will allow me to forget."

Elrohir laughed. "Maybe. Can't guarantee anything though."

"That's right." Sonia said as she let him lead the way.

Elrohir led her back to the resturant and got some seats at the counter for them. "Just orde whatever you want." He told Sonia.

Sonia did so. She ordered spaghetti and breadsticks as well.

Candice entered the hall in her ice blue gown, tentively. She had no date, just her shadow.

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Originally posted by Tela
Sonia did so. She ordered spaghetti and breadsticks as well.

"Nothing." Sonia said boredly as she traced invisible shapes on the countertop.

"You were pretty angry over nothing then." Elrohir said, poking one of the salt shakers with his wand and making it dance.

Sonia shrugged. "I don't wanna talk about it." she says.

Elrohir picked up the dancing salt shaker and put it in front of Sonia. "Allright then."

SOnia smiled and poked at the salt shaker with her finger.

"I think I'll call him Fred." Elrohir declared. "Fred the amazing salt shaker."

Sonia giggled. "Is he our first-born?" she teased.

Elrohir nodded proudly. "He's got your amazing dancing talents."

"Huh? Hell no? I've never danced before."