06-24-2011, 12:06 AM
3+. no worries. And don't mind Giza, she leads a rich fantasy life.
The closer the clan leader drew, the more Giza came to regret the decision of making her presence known. She ought to have taken her chances, lay low, and attempted to skulk off unseen through the marshes, avoiding her inevitable lackluster attempts at conversation. That would have ended well - likely with the addition of an arrow nestled between your ribs. She scolded herself, eyes dipping to the bow she could now clearly see he carried. She didn't think Ezekiel would intentionally harm her, but there weas little denying she was small enough to be taken for a large wayward boar from afar.
The sight of the weapon caused her synapses to spark an uninvited vision. He was here to hunt, that was clear enough, but her imagination sketched out a detour from reality in which he took the time to demonstrate to her how to use the bow; his lengthy arms wrapping about her small frame as he adjusted her aim and posture, hands sliding to cradle her elbows and lightly press between her shoulder blades as he towered behind her. She gave a light shake of her head, riding herself of the ghost sensation of him at her back. The last distractions she needed rattling around her raven head were nonsensical fantasies when she undertook the challenge of conversing with the Aquila. Rather then abandon the ideas entirely, she carefully set them aside for later review. The small woman with strange familial ties to the Inferni needed something with which to fill the lonely hours, and if she was going to indulge in daydream fantasy, it might as well be as outlandish a one as she could conjure.
She attempted to straiten herself, to appear more presentable, but there was only so much that could be don't to improve the appearance of squat skin and bones. When we was within speaking range, offered a respectful nod and greeted him. "Good morning."
The closer the clan leader drew, the more Giza came to regret the decision of making her presence known. She ought to have taken her chances, lay low, and attempted to skulk off unseen through the marshes, avoiding her inevitable lackluster attempts at conversation. That would have ended well - likely with the addition of an arrow nestled between your ribs. She scolded herself, eyes dipping to the bow she could now clearly see he carried. She didn't think Ezekiel would intentionally harm her, but there weas little denying she was small enough to be taken for a large wayward boar from afar.
The sight of the weapon caused her synapses to spark an uninvited vision. He was here to hunt, that was clear enough, but her imagination sketched out a detour from reality in which he took the time to demonstrate to her how to use the bow; his lengthy arms wrapping about her small frame as he adjusted her aim and posture, hands sliding to cradle her elbows and lightly press between her shoulder blades as he towered behind her. She gave a light shake of her head, riding herself of the ghost sensation of him at her back. The last distractions she needed rattling around her raven head were nonsensical fantasies when she undertook the challenge of conversing with the Aquila. Rather then abandon the ideas entirely, she carefully set them aside for later review. The small woman with strange familial ties to the Inferni needed something with which to fill the lonely hours, and if she was going to indulge in daydream fantasy, it might as well be as outlandish a one as she could conjure.
She attempted to straiten herself, to appear more presentable, but there was only so much that could be don't to improve the appearance of squat skin and bones. When we was within speaking range, offered a respectful nod and greeted him. "Good morning."