Sil nods, watching Arkain intently as he's slowly pulled along. She opens her mouth to say something, when an apple falls down, smacking her square in the head. She gives a startled yelp, and falls down, losing her scarf in the process, the garment flittering abit aways. She yelps, wrapping her arms around her neck, and remaining motionless on the ground. "Damnit all! Why's this always happen at the worst possible times!?!"