03-29-2012, 09:14 PM
Dara stood in clearing she had found. She found herself craving the feeling of her daggers in her hands and the sense of pride training gave her. It was the same pride learning something new in her languages gave her. And there was just something about spring, that renewed feeling. It was a feeling she never got when she traveled with her brother and Sal.
Not the time to think about them, she chastised herself. She set her bag down and pulled her daggers out of their sheaths. The metal gleamed from her's and Sal's restoration of them. Sal. There he was again. Stop! she firmly commanded.
She cleared her head and took the hilts of the dual bladed in her paws, gripping them tightly, then loosening it. The feeling was relaxing, like a pencil between the pads of her paws. She was going to start, but realized she has never practiced without a partner before. She cursed under her breath, and sat underneath and tree. The branches provided some shelter from the spring sun. Where is another wolf when you need them?
Not the time to think about them, she chastised herself. She set her bag down and pulled her daggers out of their sheaths. The metal gleamed from her's and Sal's restoration of them. Sal. There he was again. Stop! she firmly commanded.
She cleared her head and took the hilts of the dual bladed in her paws, gripping them tightly, then loosening it. The feeling was relaxing, like a pencil between the pads of her paws. She was going to start, but realized she has never practiced without a partner before. She cursed under her breath, and sat underneath and tree. The branches provided some shelter from the spring sun. Where is another wolf when you need them?