03-09-2018, 12:55 PM
Wound had watched her daughter compete (watched her voice her fears and dodge a snake and vanquish her demons) and now it is her turn. She limps forward on timid feet. She has certainly grown in her confidence since coming to Tephra, but in the light of many eyes Wound can feel her anxiety flaring up. Her heart quickens in her chest and she can feel the fluttering of a hundred butterflies in the low of her stomach.
She’s here, but it’s for reasons she can’t quite figure out. Although Wound could be considered brave, she is not as a courageous as her daughter. And she is certainly not strong with her deformed leg (the damned reason her anxiety comes to light under the eyesight of many) and various ailments cursed to her. Her best bet between the three events is Intelligence.
So she comes to a slow stop among her competitors, petite frame barely shaking with the force of her nerves. Her eyes scan the block and various answers, analyzing each option and working through the problem in her mind. Not long after, she nods toward a block and answers the Goddess, <b>“The answer should be choice B.”</b>
Words: 199.
She’s here, but it’s for reasons she can’t quite figure out. Although Wound could be considered brave, she is not as a courageous as her daughter. And she is certainly not strong with her deformed leg (the damned reason her anxiety comes to light under the eyesight of many) and various ailments cursed to her. Her best bet between the three events is Intelligence.
So she comes to a slow stop among her competitors, petite frame barely shaking with the force of her nerves. Her eyes scan the block and various answers, analyzing each option and working through the problem in her mind. Not long after, she nods toward a block and answers the Goddess, <b>“The answer should be choice B.”</b>
Words: 199.