Round Robin: To Say

[Sidherequiem]

The sun glared feverishly over the Cephirean landscape. Pastel rays inching ever towards the end of the world, waiting before they slipped unceremoniously off of the horizon. It gave Umi the chills to watch the alien landscape twist from day to night. Turning her gaze towards the east she paused. A lone figure stood brazenly against the onslaught of night, as if he alone could keep it at bay.

Clef had no concept of time, watching Umi view the sunset. The sapphire shade of her hair mulling purple in the hues of light. It left him breathless, the moment stretching on into infinity in the barest of seconds it passed. His lips thinned, as he prepared to say what was on his mind. What they both knew already, yet too afraid to speak.

[Milieva]

"That cake you brought this week was terrible," he said at last.

"I'm sorry, OK!" Umi snapped. "I was tired. I promised everyone I would bring another cake. I must have confused teaspoons with tablespoons. Give me a break." 

She turned back to look at the weird-ass mountains, and strange sea.  It wasn't like anyone should have minded the mistake. I mean, this was the country where cheese grew on the ground like a pumpkin. They had so many weird tasting foods that you'd think someone could deal with a salty chocolate cake.