by songbreeze2012 » Wed Mar 09, 2011 12:19 pm
Mark shrugged, almost carelessly, shifting belt so his daggers didn't show. He'd left his bow, of course, but one could never have to many blades. He looked back at Dawn, his one eye calm and sure, his voice even. "A friend of mine once told me, 'It's better to face something than to run in fear of it.' I took it to heart. Am I afraid, worried? Sure, any thinking person would be and the one that's says they aren't is a fool that won't live long in this world. But I can't run from it and the rewards are well worth the risk. I've been in this place before, been a prisoner more than once." He rubbed at the leather bands around his absently, "We follow through."
School has settled down enough now where I can get on some, which is all the better for me.
