The Bet   2490.06.21*  
Written By: Linda Aarts
Just a little wager between lifemates...
Posted: 11/06/06      [12 Comments]

“I’m sure it’ll be the left one.”

”Nope, right.”

True Edge put on his stubborn face. “Left. I assure you.”

“It’s my bond, love. I’ll know.”

“I’ve been studying her.”

”Is that what you do with your free time?” Snowfall shook her head.

Actually, this was free time abuse, as well. Making a stupid bet of something which you couldn’t even predict. But she knew that ~if~ True Edge was right, there would be no living with him for the next two days. He would grasp every chance to let her know that he indeed was right and that she should have listened to him. With a mixture of crankiness and love she watched her lifemate. Some things were better left unsaid.

She had found him here staring to her wolf, Patch, and that’s how the argument begun. He told her left, and because something in her lifemate always stirred to reply the opposite, she had declared it would be right.

She loved True Edge to death, but some of his personality traits disturbed her at times. Making a fuss out of nothing, or when she was enjoying something on her own and he joined her and proceed to tell her how to continue. She well knew it was just his nature and he didn’t mean any harm by it, but sometimes she couldn’t help but snap.

This, however, was so idiotic she didn’t even know what to think of it.

The wolf, Patch, moved her ear, yawned, and stretched her legs. She made a whimpering sound, and then opened her right eye to see what those silly elves were up to. Sometimes she really didn't understand what drove these creatures.

Snowfall pushed herself from the ground. How idiotic it might be, she couldn’t help but snicker. “Right eye! I won!”

True Edge was silent for a moment. “It was only a stupid bet. Not even important.”

“And you can’t stand losing,” Snowfall rightfully spoke.

"That's got nothing to do with it!"

"Surely it does. If you'd won you would have rubbed it in my face on every occasion." She sounded a bit irritated, now.

He fell silent again, and together they watched how Patch’s eyes closed again.

Suddenly, True Edge turned to her and put an arm around her shoulders, before they walked off. He smiled: “But I’ll bet she’ll open her left eye first next time!”

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