It was excruciatingly odd enough to have Fionna's presence in her front, but as it is, her being ignored greatly complexed her on what she is supposed to do.
Barge in on their little unexpected chat? Answer a question she very well knows it had not been directed to her?
None of her options seemed reasonable. The only thing that completely made sense to her is the view of the sky.
It had been painted of different colours, like petrol in a puddle.
Her head, looking right up above her shoulders had unconsciously been amazed by the beauty of the scenery. And this would not have been so if not for their disregard of her existence...
Wesley would have interrupted her midway, while things became weird, because things would most definitely have turned up as so eventually.
"Who might she be?
