Gretel (_gretel) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2014-07-04 13:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: daryl dixon, character: gretel |
Fire at the breeze that blows these thoughts through our mind.
Who: Daryl and Gretel
What: Two members of the arrow-club meet again.
Where: Near the treeline, by the house Hansel and Booker are 'renovating'
When: Friday
Rating: Medium for potty-mouths? Will update if needed
Status: Complete
The scrape of wet stone on metal had been her lullaby since before she could remember. Familiar, comforting routine, either by her own hand or Hansel's, tinkering with their homemade arsenal. Outside the house where the occasional sounds of stone being broken and walls being brought down piece by piece, Gretel sat in the overcast sun, a tree stump for a chair and a cast-iron batistan arrow in her lap.
Scrape. Scrape. The coarse grit and dirty water coated her fingertips as she ran it outward over the bolt tip edges. Long, escaped bits of her hair waved with her effort and the breeze.