Sona X Draven Chapter 3, short one

Hey ladies and gents! This is a small setup chapter trying to move characters where I need them. Let me know what you think! And I didn't repost chapters one or two if you had read those. Let me know what you think!

III

Sona would’ve been dragging her feet had they not been hovering gracefully above the ground. She couldn’t believe she let Soraka talk her into taking a trip with her to Demacia’s clinic. She had a gathering of herbs to deliver and didn’t want to miss any time with Sona, so she had begged. Sona sighed mutely, she was a pushover for her friend. Plus it had been awhile since she had seen Demacia. The grand walls, the stone architecture, the glorious banners flying in the wind on every rooftop on the central walkaway leading to the gleaming gold palace mimicking a second sun bursting over the horizon. She missed it all. All said and done though, travelling was still not on her top things to do while on break from tour. Soraka was talking about Varus more and more these days…. Sona pondered this while listening to her companion talk about his dreamy face and luscious hair. Demacia would be in sight by nightfall.


Draven’s patience was at an end! The road to Demacia grew short as the sun set, but not nearly short enough. After a long trip with what sounded like a wheezing basset hound mated with a broken radiator was tagged along with the world’s most annoying assassin and his stoic brother. Not to mention the “Blade’s Shadow” over there. Draven thought to himself sarcastically “ooh I’m the coolest thing since sliced bread now watch me slice bread with my knife cape then date a picture of myself!” Please. Jackass. God I hate these people.
Katarina turned and walked backwards to annoy Draven face to face. “Hey Dray-Dray, wanna play a game?”
“No! The last “game” of yours we played I ended up with a knife in my bloody leg in a scummy bar in the middle of nowhere!”
Urgots wheezing grew louder.
“Oh please, accidents happen.”
  	“Accident? You lost at darts woman! At darts! Learn to deal with it! You didn’t stab Darius!”
“He was wearing his armor” she spat.
“I was wearing my armor” Darius chimed in.
Urgots clicking and breathing grew louder still.
“No one asked you! And I don’t care! That doesn’t make it a normal thing to do! Arrrrgh, URGOT!”
“Cuurrrgh?” The hissing and breathing paused.
“Thank you! Now where is the STUPID SAFEHOUSE so we can GET ON WITH THIS!” Draven’s breathing was heavy as he tried to contain his rage.
Urgot broke his silence. “Two miles, *click* cuuuurrgh, almost there, cuuurgh, disguises ready.”
“Good!”
Katarina smiled, “Hey Dray-Dray, if you are gonna shout in enemy terrritoy I don’t think you are cut out for this line of work.”
Draven’s face took on a delightful purple hue that accented his pulse veins quite nicely. “I AM DONE WITH THIS! My name is DRAVEN! Not dray-dray or cray-cray or….” His anger vented into the night as he trailed off into a rant that was only halfway composed of real words. Darius shook his head as Katarina wore a smug grin at her victory in the game Draven didn’t even agree to playing. But on the bright side,
He wouldn’t get stabbed this time, she won.