you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
t was too bad Ru’s spa only held the giant mud pool – they could’ve utilized that instead. Evie’s response though almost earned a break in the armistice and ceasefire, contemplating shoving her back into the springs regardless. Instead she garnered another eyeroll and snort, as he chewed on the rest of the carrot, then moved on to another portion of apple. There were only a few of each left, and on a boyish whim, he snagged two more pepper pieces, grasping them in his hand until he was ready.
He was surprised by Evie’s thoughts, but content, impressed she’d taken the time to consider her measures. Perhaps the catalyst had been the landshark itself, and all the other hazardous wakes it rightly encompassed. So he tilted his head and listened, watching her hand gestures, envisioning the armament she emblazoned. He might’ve seen one or two along the battlefield, but certainly none of his comrades had come seething or tearing through with one. “And it would have alternating range,” by way of note in his own musings, weighing the perplexities over in his head.
Pressing both peppers into his mouth so the yellow ends stuck out, one hand began to draw along the dripping edges and watered rock, using to his benefit. From there, his fingers used the droplets to outline an image, sketching the designated weapon – shorter hilt, long rope unfurled with an attached ring, edges and blades serrated, before one curved out from the other, serving multiple purposes. Studying it for a second or more, he chewed on the remaining food, swallowing it down before saying anything. “Like this?”
He was surprised by Evie’s thoughts, but content, impressed she’d taken the time to consider her measures. Perhaps the catalyst had been the landshark itself, and all the other hazardous wakes it rightly encompassed. So he tilted his head and listened, watching her hand gestures, envisioning the armament she emblazoned. He might’ve seen one or two along the battlefield, but certainly none of his comrades had come seething or tearing through with one. “And it would have alternating range,” by way of note in his own musings, weighing the perplexities over in his head.
Pressing both peppers into his mouth so the yellow ends stuck out, one hand began to draw along the dripping edges and watered rock, using to his benefit. From there, his fingers used the droplets to outline an image, sketching the designated weapon – shorter hilt, long rope unfurled with an attached ring, edges and blades serrated, before one curved out from the other, serving multiple purposes. Studying it for a second or more, he chewed on the remaining food, swallowing it down before saying anything. “Like this?”
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