Alexandria absentmindedly twirls around a wooden stick she found on the side and reminisces one of their encounters back at Helike, it seemed like a long time ago, “the spar we had before… it was really fun.”
An idea came to mind, and she rambles, “We should have a rematch. There’s an open field from where we came from. And let’s have a bet. Whoever wins owes the other and the loser could not say no to whatever the winner wishes.”
“Are you in?” she asks the alpha, but instead of answering, Selene stood up from where she’s sat and turned to walk away.
“Where are you going?” Alexa asks, confused with the strange behavior.
“Getting my quill,” she answers nonchalantly without looking back.
Who packs a quill in a journey? Her eyebrows knit in skepticism. She asks, nonetheless, “for what?
