Blacktail Deer Plateau Tiptoe tulips

He was growing easier to be around. And he often sat with her instead of being head and shoulders above her. She tilted her head as he spoke, the avid listener. As he had done for her in the quiet of the forest as she had spoken of gods.

Talent for fighting? or is warriorship like an art form? I have only ever fought once before, and I am not sure how I managed to not die.

She supposed she could see that. The way that it could be considered beautiful and talented. There was a sort of grace to it she supposed o fknowing your place and how to fix things. Of thinking ahead to your opponent.