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He just hadn’t expected her to be so…self-sacrificing and vibrant

Most would say Geenerally kept her mouth shut and usually spoke words that were as prickly as a thistle

Stil disagreed

She’s expressive alright But it’s in her eyes--the way they shift froht

And that didn’t even touch on her noble character Who would escape certain death only to turn around and go back because they realized they would cause the death of those who served as their wardens?

No one

No one, except Ge it final, Stil said, "Leaving her is no longer an option"

It was then Stil realized he had left Verglas whilein the bare trees and the lack of the Verglas pines and firs

Uttering an oath under his breath, he ran back in the direction fro his stupidity

There was a snarl, and the hellhound leapt in front of Stil, cutting hi a red feather in the beast’s face The feather exploded into an inferno of fire, forcing the hellhound backwards

The beast whipped its head and howled as Stil ran north

The night out ofeyes

Stil slipped his hunting knife out frohtmare and its rider "Sorry," Stil said to a tree, his hand scraping the rough bark "Cleave," he said before slicing the knife straight through trunks of several trees