Tesca and Corla dashed along the deer trail contouring the west side of the ridge. Tesca set the pace out front carrying a shield and Corla followed hefting the spear. Their sisterly rhythm kept each girl’s foot placing and branch dodging well timed and as effortless as reading a book.
Not as much time to get this off the ground this morning as I’d have liked. How is it other people write like the wind?