Amidst the fair, fluffy billows of clouds in the sky, Ashtra and Stravwuark flew unbridled and somehow had their telepathic conversation, leaving Nathalie and Jonathan on top of them.
Keith was behind her, and the twins with Jonathan.
Winds blew so harshly, buzzing off her ears, and rustling the flared cuffs and accentuated mantle of her white and gold satin robe.
For the whole time, Nathalie sat upright, and with the chaotic winds that pushed her now and then, she couldn't help but fight against it, lest she ended up cushioning against Keith's torso.
'Be professional; be professional; be a professional, hoe!' she took a mantra for herself, not to get away with the moment. 'Lead me not into temptation—' A series of a slap across her cheeks came to snap herself out of the crazy fantasy she was about to indulge.
Then, she noticed all of their eyes were on her, with Jonathan having a smug smirk.
