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7/28/2010

Ice Cream

Author: Seth


"Sometimes the greatest joy is found, not among piles of gold, or gilded thrones, or even ballroom dinners, but in sharing a small treat with lifelong friends under a clear blue sky."
 
The sweltering noonday sun beat down on the members of Trifecta as they carefully nudged their way through the bustling market crowd.

“I don’t see why we’ve gotta do all our shopping today.” Blitz whined as he dodged a cart full of cabbages hurtling the other way. “Why can’t we sit this one out and come back tomorrow, when it’s cooler? Or even later today.”

“You already know why we’re doing our shopping today.” Aurora sighed tiredly, taking a moment to wipe the sweat from her brow.

“Yeah, yeah, time’s ticking down just like always.” Blitz grumbled. “Doesn’t make this stupid heat any easier to deal with.” The young panthryan made exaggerated gasping motions.

“We could simply buy some refreshments en route.” Inferno pointed out. “We have enough funds to treat ourselves a little.” The stormy eyed boy added when he saw Aurora’s reluctant frown.

“I suppose…” Aurora mumbled, looking around for a suitable vendor.

“How about that one?” Blitz grinned.

Both Aurora and Inferno looked over to see a middle aged man serving cones of ice cream from a small cooler on wheels. The man was understandably doing a roaring trade, but he was still far less busy than any of the other merchants around them.

Inferno’s eyebrows knotted, but he showed no other sign of dissent.

Aurora was torn between whacking Blitz upside the head for being a prat, and taking his suggestion which was, admittedly, the most practical one. Her practical side won out.

“We’ll make this work out.” The tiny roujin assured Inferno as the trio made their way to the small, portable stand.

A few minutes later, when the haggard, yet happy salesman was handing them their orders, Aurora reached out and plucked up Inferno’s ice cream cone, as well as her own.

“See?” She said, holding the cone up to Inferno’s face. “This way you won’t melt it, though the sun seems to be doing a pretty good job of that anyways… ” The blue haired girl frowned up at the glaring orb.

Inferno quirked a brow, but took an obliging lick all the same.

Smiling, Aurora started on her own melting ice cream.

It was an insufferably hot day, they had people hot on their trail, and Blitz was taking altogether too much amusement from the stares and the coos they were receiving, but Aurora simply couldn’t bring herself to care.

She deserved an afternoon on the town with her friends.

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