Hayley gritted her teeth, uncertain if it was the disinterest in her knight’s voice or the fact he wouldn’t give her a damn inch for managing over twenty of them up the rope. Granted, her body was trapped in the middle of the climb, the beam looking as far away as the ground while she clung helplessly to the swinging middle
“Gah,” Hayley grunted reaching far into the sky with her right hand. Just as she was about to clamp down, the left slipped free. Rope burns dug deep into the protective calluses, slicing most of them off and Hayley hissed in pain. But she didn’t let go. For starters, it’d be giving up. It’d also hurt a lot, the ground bone dry after two weeks of no rain
She might even take some snow at this point, though it’d look out of place in the balmy breeze from out of the south.
“Squire…” Gavin locked his arms in a cross, his head lifting. “Have you even been practicing?”
“Yes,” she spat out, her body clinging to the dangling rope, “Sort of. Sometimes.”
His amber eyes rolled sky-high as he sighed. “If you only practice sometimes, you shall only be somewhat good.”
Blah blah blah. He may be some angel-demon on the battlefield, but his motivational speeches were like a wine-soaked aunt prattling on to her army of cats.
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