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Saturday, 13 March 2010
12:16:34 AM (GMT)
a.n I'm figuring I'll split the chapter here. Obviously there will be another split
between training/everything else. But I have lots of things I forgot, so. OTL Please
pardon the fact that I'm splitting this part into two as well, because I need to
update it on Word.


     In the air hung a taste of something neither children could name; something like
the sweet, sticky sort of medicine, and something like rotting flesh, the second
smell (though they did not know it) becoming more and more evident. For, as the two
travelers approached the pool of water, it was red with blood. And there sat Ana.
     For the next part to be fully understood, I shall describe Ana as they saw her,
for this was their first time really seeing her. Her eyes were small, her nose
pointed. She had a thin face and reminded Lindie very much of a vulture. Her hair
stood in stark contrast to Jame's and Lindie's, being a dark chestnut color. She'd
been equipped by trainers far more advanced then they; she wore a leather shirt under
a vest made of some material nobody else could recognize. Her pants were tight on her
skin, and she wore boots the same color as her hair. Around her left arm was a
bracelet of some sort, a strip of cloth wrapped around her skin. On top of this was a
small owl, which payed little attention to the children. She was a close-combat
fighter, a sword in hand, edged with gold. And blood.
     She stuck it deep into the wet earth, before pulling it out. 
     Slowly Lindie put the pieces together.  "You killed them!" She realized in
horror.
     At this the tall girl laughed, reaching behind her. Her hand emerged with
Lindie's things--"Here you are, Mouse"--and then she was gone, the bow and arrows
landing with clanks to the ground.
     Lindie frowned, looking at James. He nodded towards the bow and arrows and the
clothes that had been taken off her when the naiads had tried to pull her under. She
put them on carefully; the bow first, vest, fingerless gloves. When she was done,
unsure of what else to say, she asked, "what do we do now?"
Last edited: 13 March 2010

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‹❄Shexia: The Wintery Archer❄› says:   13 March 2010   626562  
 NAIADS ARE WHORES.
 
Lindie says :   25 March 2010   140401  
 

 
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