A trio builds itself on a whim to a party of four. The want of flying under the radar was a little hard to achieve. Attention was brought on the ladies at his side, the sisters each stole one of his arms and crossed theirs, locking themselves onto him. He breathed nonchalant answers with an inclination towards Celina, a now changed personage. Her hair was short, the color, light grey – her timidly chosen outfit did much to add to her hair. She held in their shadows, clenched her hands against her chest, and scurried. The tight, low-hanging ponytail didn't make much to sway her hair, it was fixed, cemented in a way, onto her radiantly gleaming skull.
"So, so, tell me," inquired a very energetic Ewi, "-where are you from?"
"Originally from Dorchester," he replied.
"What about Celina, is she shy at home too?" they flipped to give a jestful leer.
"I wouldn't say shy, there's a mean streak in behind her cold stare."
