Word Count → 585 :: Table © Sie :: Wish the kitties my sis has were that neat. There is at least one of them that likes using the floor rather than the litter box. And if you want alterations then let me know.
Willam was quite eager to learn. She wanted to prove herself to be capable and an asset to Inferni. She was willing to learn whatever task was needed in order to achieve such results. She was more than willing to do her part no matter what that might be. Because of that she was trying to involve herself as much as possible. If she really wanted to make certain that this place ended up feeling like home then she had to make certain that it ended up prospering. It was the same that she had done in la Chemin. She had done whatever had been asked of her because what was asked of her would ensure that la Chemin prospered and grew in strength. Now she had to do the exact same for Inferni as well.
She was glad that he hadn't been upset by her horse coming to visit him. Of course she would make certain that it wouldn't end up happening again. She would just keep the stallion with her wherever she went from here on out. Willam smiled and laughed quietly at what Ithiel said about his horse. Maybe she will learn to like Châtiment and they could become friends. Perhaps it was a silly thing to hope for. It probably sounded like an extension of what she wished between Ithiel and herself. Maybe that was just her roundabout way of expressing it. Maybe if Ithiel agreed to that much then he might also consider the two of them being friends as well. And if not then well, she would have to deal with it.
That might not be much help. I can hardly keep track of where they go sometimes. Especially if they angle of, it is really difficult to keep track of them then. Or that had been her experience in the very least. She could never predict which way the stone would end up going after they had struck the target that she had intended them to. They were really out of her control at that point. But she most certainly made due. She hadn't injured herself too badly while training so far. She had also been able to avoid injury to anyone else by not training with too many around her. Actually her only training partner had ever been her friend.
Thank you. The words were spoke with a bow of her head, the woman feeling quite awkward about having to ask for this favor. She had really hoped to have made the log work rather than getting him to participate. Still he didn't seem too bothered by it and extended his arm for her. Feeling a bit more confident now that she had a target that she was used to working with Willam released the chain from her grasp once again. Once it became secured about Ithiel's wrist Willam gave a flick of her own to make it loop twice and get a stronger hold before yanking on it. She hoped to catch Ithiel off guard and tug him forwards so that she raise the sickle to a point where it would rest against his throat. And of course she only wanted it to merely rest there and not actually injure him. Think you got it and can do it yourself now or do you need to be shown again? She asked as she turned the sickle around in order to present the handle to Ithiel should he wish to end up trying it.
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