Melisa burst through the front door of Javir's house like she was making an entrance on a reality show.
"I'm going to war!" she announced to the living room, arms spread wide for maximum drama.
Margaret looked up from her book with the enthusiasm of someone being told the weather forecast. She blinked twice.
"That's nice, dear. When do you leave?"
Melisa's arms dropped to her sides.
"Tomorrow morning. Wait, that's it? I just said I'm going to war!"
Melistair walked in from the kitchen, munching on an apple.
"Is this about that darian thing? Heard there was trouble at the border."
"Yes! I'm going to be fighting darians! With the army! For like, two or three weeks!"
"Did you pack clean underwear?" Margaret asked, turning a page.
"I haven't packed at all yet! I just found out!"
Javir entered the room, carrying a stack of scrolls.
"Oh, I take it you're talking about the outpost? I heard Captain Fenris is leading that mission. Solid tactician."
