Post by Kisha-Ra on Sept 22, 2009 16:24:20 GMT -5
It was a well known fact that Zamora liked to complain, endlessly, on any topic, however the only thing there currently seemed to be to complain about was a lack of work, which more or less defeated the whole object of complaining. So in lieu of actually saying anything Zamora sighed heavily and flopped equally heavily into a chair. She didn’t really think she could face eating when she’d been involved with the preparation of the food.
Urgh, food, tables, washing up, begin again. What a boring existence. Come to think of it where was her no good brother? He was probably off doing something interesting, unless that beast master was making him watch the runners, that woman was runner mad in a totally stark raving bonkers way. She hoped Zamir was out doing what he wanted, then he could tell her everything, and she could be insanely jealous. That would be interesting.
Urgh, food, tables, washing up, begin again. What a boring existence. Come to think of it where was her no good brother? He was probably off doing something interesting, unless that beast master was making him watch the runners, that woman was runner mad in a totally stark raving bonkers way. She hoped Zamir was out doing what he wanted, then he could tell her everything, and she could be insanely jealous. That would be interesting.
