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The Centurions slender muzzle rose to taste the summer’s air and the direction it calmly drifted in. The muscles in her arms tensed as she moved her right arm back, but she didn’t have it in her to release the arrow. To her own surprise, she felt a smile embrace her lovely face. This whole idea was silly, and the sad excuses for a bow and arrows would get her nowhere. It was enough to get a shallow feeling of the weapon, but this wasn’t something she could use. A long twig too soft and a thick string of tendon. It was a weapon to laugh at, though she offered a chuckle only as she tossed bow and arrow away into the grass and turned away to peer up at the great mansion, shadowed by a ripening evening.
But it was not yet time to retire for the evening, and she felt restless. She longed for the cool embrace of water, and moved towards the overgrown pond nearby. The days were growing hotter, but while her wolfen mother had contaminated her with some of her arctic heritage, Halo was not too bothered with a thick coat. The evenings were not all that warm, but she did not easily freeze either, and the water was far from icy as she stepped into it, though not before removing the colourful silk with the golden dragon and the belt with the small pouch she bore around her waist. There was no need for the twin sword so close to home, and it had been left in her room earlier that same day.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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