Haven 6
“Had she passed out before she reached the hut? She didn’t remember drinking any pearl-berry ale. Unless someone slipped it in my water canteen.
“Morning, curly locks.”
Her sight adjusted to the bright light as she recognized the edged voice. Weaver sat cross-legged beside her, twisting reeds around a long black branch. No, it wasn’t a branch any longer; he formed a bow. Sharp-tipped arrows were strewn around him.
Eri yanked her arms and kicked, but he’d tied her hands and feet. Nausea rose swiftly and she coughed, dry heaving until her stomach settled. Her neck throbbed as the attack came back to her. After saying good-bye to Mars, she heard something above her head and thought it was another one of those cute little furry black birds that Striver called swillow wisps. As she looked over her shoulder, an arm collided with her neck. She ducked, feeling like she moved in slow motion. A heavy weight landed on top of her, knocking her to the ground. Pinned down, she felt the familiar pric...k of the coma dart on her neck.MoreLess
“Morning, curly locks.”
Her sight adjusted to the bright light as she recognized the edged voice. Weaver sat cross-legged beside her, twisting reeds around a long black branch. No, it wasn’t a branch any longer; he formed a bow. Sharp-tipped arrows were strewn around him.
Eri yanked her arms and kicked, but he’d tied her hands and feet. Nausea rose swiftly and she coughed, dry heaving until her stomach settled. Her neck throbbed as the attack came back to her. After saying good-bye to Mars, she heard something above her head and thought it was another one of those cute little furry black birds that Striver called swillow wisps. As she looked over her shoulder, an arm collided with her neck. She ducked, feeling like she moved in slow motion. A heavy weight landed on top of her, knocking her to the ground. Pinned down, she felt the familiar pric...k of the coma dart on her neck.MoreLess
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