Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
The hemming and hawing about actions to be taken place were short-lived; no sooner had she raised her head did another seem to be approaching. But neither Fangorn nor Sila were on edge, so when the familiarity hastened out – Sohalia – the demigod’s brow quirked upwards. “Oh, hey.”The offer gave her pause, but not much; always eager, if a little too much, to brandish a weapon and start a fight, fledgling or not.
Though from what she recalled of her last skirmish with the Luminary, it’d been a bit lopsided. Maybe she’d learned a little since then. “Mm. Sure. Do you want tips or should we just beat each other up?” Her nose wrinkled a little, with a Cheshire grin to match; either a hint she wouldn’t do the latter…or would fully commit to the bit; grabbing her own staff, beginning to take an age-old stance.
Though from what she recalled of her last skirmish with the Luminary, it’d been a bit lopsided. Maybe she’d learned a little since then. “Mm. Sure. Do you want tips or should we just beat each other up?” Her nose wrinkled a little, with a Cheshire grin to match; either a hint she wouldn’t do the latter…or would fully commit to the bit; grabbing her own staff, beginning to take an age-old stance.
Melita
