ARABIAN NIGHTS // FAIRYLIGHT'S RETURN

[guts]

LION-SPIRITED { .:*・°☆ } ——— [size=10pt]info

With each step she takes, she winces, her whole body tense and tired from both the trek to the desert and back and the fight itself. The bastard she had gone up against had been a tough one, if not only for his size advantage over her. She stayed behind, glad to be back and to have a chance to rest. She just hoped the kid would be alright, and they would get Wendell back in one piece. Damn. "character's speech."