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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 2:34 pm
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Days had passed in a blur and what she could have discerned to be mere moments had been much longer. Adjustments, that's what her life was now, a constant state of changing through time and "going with the flow". Iyari hated that term more than anything since everything from the downfall had nothing flowing about it. Regardless, she had managed to at least survive the time by dealing with her new home, though had become a recluse.
This particular day had started like any other. She gave little hours for what she pretended was sleep and started again on her weaponry, grinding away at the already sharp pieces that littered the floor. It was an obsession more than a hobby, grinding away at the little pieces just to get the perfect sheen and sharpness, enough so that it could kill with a single blow...
KNOCK KNOCK
It shattered her concentration and the knife she was working against the grindstone had fallen to the ground, clattering among its brethren as her bright eyes gave a sideways glance towards the door. "Come in." She mumbled under her breath, moving away from her grindstone and staring at the door, but soon got agitated. "Well?" Her tone was impatient and she closed the gap to the door in two leaps, opening it forcefully so it banged against the wall and she blinked. "Oh, Yves." The hardened eyes began to soften, how long had it been?
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