Beautiful table by ALAINE
It was ridiculous for the girl to want to wield an axe of the same calibre as Viking’s. Even certain males would have difficulty ever using such a blade, and the latte shaded girl was not likely to succeed where stronger individuals than her would fail. But he said nothing, and as so often, kept his thoughts to himself. Who was he to decide what others were capable of or not. There were many canines that had mastered weapons created in the age of man, but he couldn’t help her, and if he could he wouldn’t have anyway.
But the seed of epiphany had apparently flowered within her, because the girl suddenly bid her farewells and turned from him. Scarlet eyes infused with lilac watched her back for just a moment. He wished her to go, but there was something he desired to learn first. He didn’t need to know, but he wished to get a better glimpse at the shattered members of this dysfunctional family of his. She was too young to be of an older generation, and her scent alone was the foundation for his theory. ”Was Conor Soul your father?” She hadn’t moved too far from his flat voice to reach her.
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