a ship is safe in harbor
but that's not what ships are for
but that's not what ships are for
She lifted her head up at the mention of training, calm and compliant despite her own misgivings towards violence and vehemence. “You’ll find I’m not very good at anything pertaining to that sort of thing,” Lena laughed, modest but truthful. Her efforts had been minimal and soft at best, and she actively avoided the methods until it was absolutely necessary. But perhaps, nowadays, even that was pressing in on all of them. “Maybe we could try some hand to hand?”
Getting up from her kneeling position amidst the sands, she brushed the dune particles from her clothes, smiling, waiting for Noe to make a choice – an agreement or not – before they went into anything worthwhile. Mittens rumbled nearby, then floated back towards the Attuned, hovering over her shoulder like some sort of menacing demon.
Getting up from her kneeling position amidst the sands, she brushed the dune particles from her clothes, smiling, waiting for Noe to make a choice – an agreement or not – before they went into anything worthwhile. Mittens rumbled nearby, then floated back towards the Attuned, hovering over her shoulder like some sort of menacing demon.
Lena
