to sit on a rock the size of a grown stag didn’t feel as safe as she hoped it would. if she tucked her knees up to her chest and curled her toes then the long grass didn’t touch her and the naive thought that neither could he made her feel too much pride.
and down, down, down she went quicker than a falcon on the hunt diving from the sky to catch a mouse. only she was the mouse and he was the falcon. somewhere between their sparring words she dropped her knees and he, being clever and wily, reached for her and got far too close.
so she bit him. dug her teeth right into his stupid hand like the little beast she was.
“all i desire is blood and if you get any closer it’ll be YOUR blood i take, you fool!”
sigyn slid off the rock and scuttled backward so it remained between her and him.
“i can’t fall in love because i can’t and let’s leave it at that you wretch. why are you always looking to PROVE something?!”
