scars of glory on our skin
come what may, we'll keep surviving.
Ashe snorted, bobbing her head with a crooked smile. "Quaint," she repeated, eyes glimmering with amusement. "After everything here... yeah." It had been the best Ronin could do with what he had at the time, trying to keep their settlement safe where their leaders had failed them again, and again, and again. There had been only one among their little government she had trusted, and she hadn't seen him since before they arrived here.She stretched as he stood, feigning her ease, keeping a sharp eye trained on his every move. He seemed friendly enough, but she wouldn't be fooled. She knew reputations were often far from the truth, she knew it better than most with her own, but she would not, could not, let her guard down. Not for a Launcelyn.
The once-assassin didn't move from her perch, but she raised a brow at him. "I wasn't looking for anyone," she answered. "Followed your chalk trail." She tilted her head, surprised at the admission of his magic not being up to par. Could be a ploy, but there were ways to find out.
Ashe finally hopped down from her perch, landing nimbly before Loren. "Show me," she said, taking a step forward and crossing her arms over her chest with a narrow-eyed smile. "If you're up for training with an old...acquaintance? Something like that."
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