death is the mother of beauty. and what is beauty? terror.
His incredulity makes her laugh, the tightness in the corners of her eyes hidden by the sway of golden hair as she shakes her head in amusement. “Yes, but not here. In my home land. Our own gods assisted in their demise at the end, yes, but most of the work was done by men and women of faith like myself.” Truly they’d usually only shown up at the end to ensure the twisted false gods would stay dead.
The way he says the list is somehow downplaying their gravity, and as Ru rips her axe free with a hard yank she gives a hum of appreciation. “Ursurs are quite the bounty. I’ve only encountered the cannibals once myself…unpleasant business, that.” Body parts stuffed into boxes were not the equivalent of presents one liked to open.
The proposal has her pausing from where she had been eyeing the target anew, body twisting to give her full curious attention. Hand already reaching to seize the offered weapon before Tal has finished speaking, trusting. The gleam moves like a wildfire spark from his eyes to her own, and she grins, testing the weight and balance of the unfamiliar weapon. It’ll do, though perhaps she will gift him with one meant for offense someday. “I’ve got archery and slingshots mastered, but an axe? Well, don’t tease me if I’m a little slow on the uptake,” Ru winks, amusement in her face even as her shoulders draw back, confident and ready. “What are you thinking of throwing?”
The way he says the list is somehow downplaying their gravity, and as Ru rips her axe free with a hard yank she gives a hum of appreciation. “Ursurs are quite the bounty. I’ve only encountered the cannibals once myself…unpleasant business, that.” Body parts stuffed into boxes were not the equivalent of presents one liked to open.
The proposal has her pausing from where she had been eyeing the target anew, body twisting to give her full curious attention. Hand already reaching to seize the offered weapon before Tal has finished speaking, trusting. The gleam moves like a wildfire spark from his eyes to her own, and she grins, testing the weight and balance of the unfamiliar weapon. It’ll do, though perhaps she will gift him with one meant for offense someday. “I’ve got archery and slingshots mastered, but an axe? Well, don’t tease me if I’m a little slow on the uptake,” Ru winks, amusement in her face even as her shoulders draw back, confident and ready. “What are you thinking of throwing?”
