Luciana
cause it makes me that much stronger
makes me work a little bit harder
makes me work a little bit harder
Waggling her fingers at Gideon, Luciana let her hand creep closer and closer to the man. "Scare you like this?" Pressing her lips together at his comment, she shrugged. Dropping her hands to her side, she hooked her thumbs into her waistband. "Maybe if you actually come over to the forge some time you'd realize I don't have any need to show off." She stood up straight and squared her shoulders.
Holding the sculpture carefully, she snorted. "I made lots of shit for people, including this sculpture. Mostly nails. Went to the outside world. Almost died. Wasn't a huge fan. That enough information for you?" She narrowed her eyes at him.
Scowling, she eyed the stairs. "Then you should probably get a builder in here, because the gods know you probably won't do the work yourself." Began to descend, she misjudged a few steps in. While she didn't fall, her foot slipped to a lower stair and hit it with bruising force. Hissing out a curse, she began to limp down the rest of the steps.
Holding the sculpture carefully, she snorted. "I made lots of shit for people, including this sculpture. Mostly nails. Went to the outside world. Almost died. Wasn't a huge fan. That enough information for you?" She narrowed her eyes at him.
Scowling, she eyed the stairs. "Then you should probably get a builder in here, because the gods know you probably won't do the work yourself." Began to descend, she misjudged a few steps in. While she didn't fall, her foot slipped to a lower stair and hit it with bruising force. Hissing out a curse, she began to limp down the rest of the steps.
it makes me that much wiser
so thanks for making me a fighter
so thanks for making me a fighter
