[centre][b]West Watch Tower[/b]
Draza[/centre]
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Draza, rubbing her arm hoping that it didn’t have a bruise now, blinked at the sudden changes in their venue, but remained resolute after she was released her grip on herself for the pack she had slung on her back. “My oh my,” she said, sweetly, “Sloth’s chess? We may be here awhile at the sloth’s pace. Lucky me, I’ve brought snacks, hope you don’t mind if I stuff my face.” She reached into the pack and pulled out a sweet biscuit, stuffed with a candied apple and cinnamon, and while the most of the aroma had long left the snack itself, her backpack did still smell of it when it was opened.

She tossed it up into the air and caught it again, closing her pack and hefting it back behind her as she took a step forward. Arriving at her new spot, she took a hearty bite out of the dessert in her hands, and a smile spread across her lips. With a bit of chewing, she let out a small giggle that ended in a cute childish eep of a hiccough. Her smile slipped at the eep and she pressed her finger to her lips, a knuckle pressed down on her lips as she took a deep breath to make sure she didn’t hiccough again. Once assured of that, she smiled again around her finger before moving it away and licking the few crumbs that have stuck to the rim of her mouth from the first bite, “I’m glad it wasn’t stale, else that would’ve been a teeeeeerribble bite.”

Bouncing the good between her two hands with her grin beaming she turned to her friends, rather, acquaintances that she considered her friends, “If any of you want some, I’ve more in my pack. I’m not savvy on the rule of passing sweets, but I’d like to think it doesn’t count as a turn.”