âAlright,â he couldnât help but chuckle at the little game she managed to make this, too bad Vidar wouldnât play fair. If only sheâd be able to take that as a warning. âOneâŠâ he counted out loud. The expected number to follow of course being two was replaced with, âthree,â and the Swede quickly lowering himself to take a seat on the damp grass. That one he didnât know aboutâŠ.Still, he pulled the brunette down with him in the process, she could suffer the damp grass with him. âShould have gotten a blanket,â he noted with a slight grimace as Vidar shifted around to find some sort of comfortable position. It was only then that he released his grip on her hand and placed his palms against the wet grass behind him with his body leaning back against his arms that kept his torso propped with his legs crossed at the ankles. âWe can change later.â The comment came with ease, maybe a bit of a shock to Isela but unbeknownst to her nothing that had happened was by chance. Vidar hadnât been wandering aimlessly in the gardens, nor did he have any desire to cloud watch. But here he wasâŠhere they were and the entire evening ahead of them. âFirst one to find one shaped likeâŠa horse gets to try it first,â Vidar patted the pocket of his jacket where the outline of a flask could be seen. He could see the confusion set in, or was the curiosity? The way her features contorted and dark brown eyes filled with wonder.Â
âI met this woman who said it was samogon.â Vidar gave a slight raise of his brows as if to further entice her interest behind the Russian moonshine story. âI thought we could try it for the first time together.â The reality wasnât as fun of a tale of how he managed to get it, but that didnât seem to matter. Not with the tight lipped smile that he offered her way. Trust me. âWhat do you think?â
Isela wasn't prepared for his sudden change in number, eyes widening as a squeak escaped her lips. Between the dew that covered the grass and her abrupt meeting with the ground, she was shocked to say the least. Not that it was bad, it actually gave her the tiniest rush and she laughed a bit, nodding her head at his observation. "Hindsight is always twenty-twenty. It could be worse, though. A little water never hurt." The hand that was freed when he propped himself up was now running over the blades that sat beneath them. The focus that was once on the greenery now shifted to him. Of course they would change, certainly nowhere near each other. "Well, yeah. Iâm planning on going back to my room at some point." She had an early day with Madlena and she couldn't let her down, even if she felt like she was in a dream.
It was a very realistic dream, and a strange one at that. They had gone from mentions of horse-shaped clouds to the flask that her slightly widened eyes fell to before peering back up at him. Those who knew Isela had the notion that she didn't drink. It clouded her judgement and as the companion to one of the most important people in the world, she had no intention on being anything but clear-minded. But he didn't know her and that was what kept her from refusing and leaving right there. Â "While that sounds.. Intriguing, I think you may have to venture into that one on your own. Drinking isn't my thing." That was a lot of words that could have been a simple no had the devil on her shoulder decided to stay quiet as usual. This time it echoed over the angel telling her to leave. 'Just a sip, how bad could it be?' No. She couldn't, it would go against the precedents she'd set for herself. What kind of lady would she be if she could be swayed so easily? "I'm not seeing any horses up there either, so it looks like you may not even get your taste."