When we can’t control fire,
we name it “wild”
Narrowing her eyes, Alina smirked. "You said it, not me." Then, though, she added, almost reluctantly, "You are hardly boring. No one beloved of the old gods could possibly be boring." Even if it was painful for her to admit it, the words were obviously true.
Opening her mouth to tell the stranger to get to the point, she snapped it closed when he finally revealed what he wanted. Shrugging off the bow on her back and taking the quiver of arrows from her hip, she held them and her spear out for the man. "Are these worth your haircut?" There was almost a challenging tone to her voice.
Opening her mouth to tell the stranger to get to the point, she snapped it closed when he finally revealed what he wanted. Shrugging off the bow on her back and taking the quiver of arrows from her hip, she held them and her spear out for the man. "Are these worth your haircut?" There was almost a challenging tone to her voice.
when we can’t control God,
we name it “war”
ALINA
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