May is a guided missile.
One that's been set loose in the palace. I can only hope the old man can handle the fallout.
Lucas and Celeste are with me, walking down the hallway towards the entrance to the palace. We haven't found much, but that's hardly a surprise for a single day's effort of blind search.
Roland has apparently decided we've taken too long and gotten cheeky about it.
That's my best answer for the blond ping pong ball bouncing off the walls, racing in our direction. She's shouting, but the echoes and the sheer speed are preventing me from hearing anything she has to say.
Probably 'Lookit me, I'm running!'
That would be my bet.
She skids to a stop, turns, and then resumes the charge at me.
I open my arms and she jumps, leaping into the air. I catch her and she wraps her arms around my neck, burying her face in my hair. "Hi, Auntie!"
I smile and hug her. "Hello, May."
She giggles. "I found you!"
