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Stopping for a quick breath, Adam wipes his forehead with his sleeve.
It's not as though this is strictly necessary, winter is still a bit off. It's not even as if he needed have done it, ther are certainly servants enough willing to do so. But there's something reassuring about the heft of the axe in his hands, the solid thwack it makes when it ( Read more... )
It's not as though this is strictly necessary, winter is still a bit off. It's not even as if he needed have done it, ther are certainly servants enough willing to do so. But there's something reassuring about the heft of the axe in his hands, the solid thwack it makes when it ( Read more... )
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Alanna has been home for two weeks, and thus there's no rustle of skirts or swish of fabric to warn Adam that he's being watched. She smiles to herself, admiring the way he now wields the axe without any trace of awkwardness, and keeps perfectly quiet.
Then: "Thirsty?"
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"You're lucky I wasn't in the middle of a swing there."
His cheeks are flushed, and he lets the axe thud slightly to the floor next to his boot. He looks at her a long moment, a stupid grin on his face, and then nods. "Thirsty, yeah."
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He's better with the axe, but there's no need to risk him losing a toe.
Sauntering forward, she offers him the strap of a full water pouch and looks around.
"You've been busy."
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