Wanda put the ball down by her feet and laughed at Melanie. “Why would I kick it at you, that wouldn’t make any sense. She started walking a little with the ball and soon she started running to get around Melanie, but as soon as she had gotten speed, her foot hit the ball and she ended up falling on her butt on the cold dark floor.
She blew away some hair that had gotten in her face and looked back at Melanie. “This body is fragile, not like yours at all..” She smiled innocently at her sister.
Mel grinned when her friend laughed, and took her place between the makeshift goalposts.
"Because I know you. You're afraid that you'll hurt me but I'm tough as nails. Kick it at me, come on!" she bellowed, although she couldn't help but chuckle at herself. She was asking Wanda to aim a ball at her and kick it as hard as she could. Mel wasn't sure if Wanda had it in her. No, she was certain she didn't.
"Hey now," Mel said, shaking her head, "I've seen twelve year olds play like pros. You're no twelve year old. You're more than one thousand years old and you've ridden a claw beast while carrying your friend to safety." She raised her eyebrows, knowing that story made her feel embarrassed sometimes. "A little soccer game? That's nothing to you, even in that body."











