Shleya walked inside the house wanting to just forget what she had seen. falling on her bed she pulled out her sword. It glinted dangerously. Her fingers wandered carefully over the keen edge so she wouldn't get cut. Remembering what had happened in the dream she tried to call fire to the tips of her fingers. the air above her hand grew warm as the flame flickered. Closing her fist, the tiny fire went out. If it was just a dream, how could she now control fire? She sat up as she mulled over these questions.
As Jason drew nearer to the little hut he came around the edge to check if there was a door. seeing one he peered in warily. turning away from the door he thought about what he should do. For some reason, something registered in his mind... It was hatred, anger, sadness, grief, depression... any other terrible emotion. He knew he didn't feel that way.... Jason looked around warily. Someone else was near him and they weren't too happy...
As Jason drew nearer to the little hut he came around the edge to check if there was a door. seeing one he peered in warily. turning away from the door he thought about what he should do. For some reason, something registered in his mind... It was hatred, anger, sadness, grief, depression... any other terrible emotion. He knew he didn't feel that way.... Jason looked around warily. Someone else was near him and they weren't too happy...
Hens go broody when you don’t want them to… and won’t go broody when you do. 