Cedar Sweep Healing and Breaking, small divide

Maiken had been born into a savage land, a savage family. Her torso peppered with the pain of such a life. Bore from the very man that sired her. But she wore them well. Draped in ebony shadows, with white lines upon her soul.

Takk skal du ha The words slipped from her maw before she could draw them back. Though she quickly shook her head and gave him a smile.

Forgive me. Thank you, is what i said.

I do not. You want to learn?

She stopped moving to study him. Brown eyes taking in his form, his mannerisms. He was not confident, but she could fix that. The question became would he utilize all she taught to heal or to hurt.