Okay, just to get everyone(and myself) on schedule, I begin working on updates for this story on Saturdays, then finish them and post them sometime on Sunday.
"And then-hehe-just as I was getting back up, I hit another shelf!"
Owello groaned to herself, God, does this story ever end?
"And you'll never guess what happened next! The whole thing just-"
"Po!", she shouted before taking a deep, calming breath, "As...entertaining as your story was, perhaps it's best to change the subject? I don't think that this is the right time for something funny."
"Oh, okay, yeah. Good thinking.", he winked goofily at her.
She grit her beak, closed her eyes, and walked silently beside him, trying to keep her pace as slow as his.
Hopefully, he won't tell me anymore stories, she thought. The rain had stopped, but it was replaced by heavy gales of wind.
"So...what about you?", a voice penetrated her peace of mind.
"What about me?"
"Well...tell me something about yourself."
She scoffed, "You don't need to know anything about me."
"Come on, that's not fair!", the outburst made her jump in surprise, "I've told you loads of stuff about me and the others!"
"It was a one sided wish."
Owello could feel his eyes on her, could see the pout on his lips. She urged herself to ignore it and succeeded up until he started make little puppy dog whines.
"Ugh, Goodness Gracious, what do you want to know?", she turned and stared at him. He lifted a finger to his lips in thought.
"Hmm...how about a favorite color?"
"You're kidding me, right?", she stared at him.
"Come on, it's an innocent question.", he batted his eyes.
After a moment of silence, she sighed, "Stizza.."
"Stizza. It's a type of red."
"All right, I believe that's enough information.", she began walking again.
"What? No way! I'm far too interested now.", he argued
"Why are you interested at all?"
"I'm just really curious."
"A little too curious for your own good."
"Maybe. Anyway, what I really wanted to know was why you're always so gloomy."
"Okay, maybe not 'gloomy', but..um...irritable. Yes, that's the word!"
"I'm not always irritable."
"Anytime I'm around you you are."
"And that's telling you what?"
Po understood her meaning and didn't reply. She rolled her eyes at his reaction, silently feeling guilty...
Wait a minute, YOU'RE feeling guilty?, she thought to herself, You're becoming soft, Owello, shame on you.
"So, uh...", Po began cautiously
"You're obviously just itching to say something, so you might as well just say it."
"What about Shen?"
"Well, I've noticed something. One minute, you're going insane trying to kill him and the next you're not. What's with that?"
"It's just the way I act, there's no reason for it.", she said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I am.", she sighed, "And another thing...maybe you should really keep your nose in your own business."
He could feel the agitation radiating from her, and he slowed down so that she could walk ahead of him. Despite her calm composure, her heart was beating fiercely in her chest. Who was he to question her? A lowly peasant questioning a Queen?
Oh wait. He was a peasant anymore. And she wasn't a Queen.
"Yet.", she said under breath.
Short chappy. This isn't at all what I wanted it to be, but I'm not feeling too good today. Next chapter will be a heck of a lot longer then 594 words, I can tell you that much. Sorry to disappointT.T