by Midnight Wanderer » Wed Apr 02, 2014 2:39 pm
Skylar still carved the stick like crazy until she had the perfect shape. She used the string and strung the bow, "Finally, I finished." She sighed. There were lots of wood shavings on the ground, "Now what am I gonna do with all this." Skylar moaned looking at the shavings. She now wished she had, had the chance to escape with the other 'slaves'. "Thunder your the only thing I know here." She whispered picking him up.
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"He is one of the wandering folk--
Rangers, we call them.
He seldom talks:
not but what he can tell a rare tale
when he has the mind." ┖
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