Eyeing the bridge ahead, he swept majestically upwards, taking the group up, over, and then swooping down the other side and out of sight. Distant spl...ashing told the tale of their arrival further downstream. Shortly they would wade ashore and start grazing as they fed in the warmth of the late afternoon.The sounds of the river generally were muted in the shimmering temperature of the end of the hot summer's day. The heat was oppressive and the towering clouds nearby spoke of a thunderstorm. Sort of. My heart beat with a little bit of hope as I walked towards the tool shed. Even if this was all I got to do; even if when I was finished she kicked me off her land and told me to never come back, it at least was something. It was at least some kind of apology; some kind of attempt to reconcile with her. I opened the shed door and was greeted by the most familiar smell. It hadn’t changed at all. I turned on the light, and she was right. I knew exactly where the brushes. Her lips curled as her fingers ran down his back. When she walked back to face him, her eyes had hardened – the emotion in them hidden behind a wall of power that she had learned to project when the circumstances of her profession deemed it necessary. She placed her finger under his chin and lifted it up, though he was already taller than her, it still showed her willingness to play the role he desired. Candice turned his face to the right and then the left, as if she were inspecting him for. ”“And permitting a Seer to join a combat group run by a mere journeyman seems wise? Particularly one who has no respect for his seniors?” Sofya replied, looking directly at me.“Respect is a two-way street,” Morgana answered. “And John is always unfailingly polite to the elderly.”“He constantly refuses to divulge information requested as part of an ongoing investigation of mine!” Sofya snarled. “Oft times quite rudely.”“Are you rude, John?” Morgana asked.“If politely refusing to hand over a.