09.Dec.20, 07:48 PM
A Thread shelter?
She walked around the building pensively, her fingers brushing the worn stone and thought about how many turns it had to have stood and that it was in decent condition for its age. All the green had been cleared away, too, so someone had been keeping up with Tradition.
That was good.
Inside, it was old, too, but sitting on a table was something new - a pair of Running shoes. Small ones! Of course, she immediately put them on to see if they fit. Shoes didn't grow on trees and he'd sent her to look. So the logical choice was that they'd, well, been for her. She worked them on stoically and then let out a whoop of joy.
They did! They fit!
And she sped right back out, proper training and all, sprinting for Alekse and leapt to hug him fiercely as if she wasn't going to let go any time soon. He was the best.
"Thank you," she said, almost in tears with joy. "They're the best thing I've ever seen, ever, and they fit perfectly."
She walked around the building pensively, her fingers brushing the worn stone and thought about how many turns it had to have stood and that it was in decent condition for its age. All the green had been cleared away, too, so someone had been keeping up with Tradition.
That was good.
Inside, it was old, too, but sitting on a table was something new - a pair of Running shoes. Small ones! Of course, she immediately put them on to see if they fit. Shoes didn't grow on trees and he'd sent her to look. So the logical choice was that they'd, well, been for her. She worked them on stoically and then let out a whoop of joy.
They did! They fit!
And she sped right back out, proper training and all, sprinting for Alekse and leapt to hug him fiercely as if she wasn't going to let go any time soon. He was the best.
"Thank you," she said, almost in tears with joy. "They're the best thing I've ever seen, ever, and they fit perfectly."