but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
Apparently she needn’t have worried about his wound – head tilting as she watched it heal, stitching skin and sinew back together. Her memories of LongNight, Rexanna’s broken battered body, perhaps had been glossed over with the notion of the Penumbra’s frame being too badly damaged to have healed so quickly, so swiftly.
At his praise though, she bowed her head, diving into a strangled curtsy with the sword still in her hand. “Thank you. I’m sure it was because of my teacher though.” And perhaps some predilection from her other weapons, the forms not so readily different and departed from one another. “Next time indeed,” and there she grinned again, a promise of future endeavors, efficient steps, and choreographed artistry in munitions and upheaval. Thereafter though, they could wander away from the training grounds, time spent in practice and precision, in rest and pondering for whatever disaster was doomed to head their way.
(-FIN)
At his praise though, she bowed her head, diving into a strangled curtsy with the sword still in her hand. “Thank you. I’m sure it was because of my teacher though.” And perhaps some predilection from her other weapons, the forms not so readily different and departed from one another. “Next time indeed,” and there she grinned again, a promise of future endeavors, efficient steps, and choreographed artistry in munitions and upheaval. Thereafter though, they could wander away from the training grounds, time spent in practice and precision, in rest and pondering for whatever disaster was doomed to head their way.
(-FIN)
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
