Young Writers Society

Damascus frowned for a moment, looking down at the lion underneath him. After wobbling for a few seconds, trying to find the best way to approach this, he reached his arm over his body and set his hand on another blue circle.

"Excuse me." he smiled good-naturedly, from where he was essentially giving Thytes a one-armed hug.

"Oh, perfectly alright," Thytes said. "That is the point of the game, I imagine?"

"It is," Magic confirmed from their spot on the couch. They gave the spinner another hearty spin, watching as it landed on a new spot.

"Right foot on yellow, James," they said. They raised their head, eager to see how the game was going to progress.

James was fortunate that he was only on the edges of the mat, just next to the now entangled Damascus and Thytes. He put his foot on yellow, using his one free hand, that didn't have to be on an assigned circle, for balance.