Sleepy Fox Hollow Pirates are landlocked

The curve of his spine exposed, Anselm readied for toothsome rebuke. 

When none came save the lance of Étienne’s scalding words, Anselm continued prowling away. He had the satisfaction of knowing his place in Paleo was secure no matter what the basilisk of a boy did — thus buoying every step he took further from their courtyard verbal duel. 

He did not care he was seen as a fool. Anselm debated telling Mahler or Wylla of the mouthy ingrate in their ranks — but in the end, elected to tell @Emmerich instead. His parents would turn upon the boy and cast him out; an unsatisfying conclusion to Anselm’s peer rivalry. He much preferred the idea of tormenting Étienne. 

Tonight he might introspect on the vitriol his person received — but now, Anselm prowled on in the jaunty step of an overconfident, testosterone-riddled adolescent who’d had his first taste of enemy blood.

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