dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
She can hear the clucking of chickens growing nearer and chuckles. “Nice.” When the first feathery bit comes into view, she releases her arrow into the small group, and the two hunters take two of the birds out.
Maybe giving time for the other chicken to hide, or for Sunjata to take it out, whatever, Wessex lazily reaches for another arrow. “Thanks, that’s really kind of you. I have no fucking clue what we’re going to encounter, so anything anything and everything is helpful. Does the sword have a sheath?” she asks, thinking that it might be useful at times. Or potentially dangerous, if it can’t be turned off.
“Don’t you need to keep something for yourself?”
Maybe giving time for the other chicken to hide, or for Sunjata to take it out, whatever, Wessex lazily reaches for another arrow. “Thanks, that’s really kind of you. I have no fucking clue what we’re going to encounter, so anything anything and everything is helpful. Does the sword have a sheath?” she asks, thinking that it might be useful at times. Or potentially dangerous, if it can’t be turned off.
“Don’t you need to keep something for yourself?”
