Black Magic

SHIBA KLEIN

Her apology was quickly dismissed, her reasons for being gone no longer relevant. After their embrace, the tension in Shiba’s muscles began to ease, the pressure in her lungs easing away and allowing her to breathe easily for the first time in what felt like years. She was welcomed home and asked where she felt her place was and smiled. "I’m afraid all I’m good for is healing." There had never been a shortage of healers in the family, from what she could remember, and she doubted it was something her sister was in dire need of. But, she had never learned to fight beyond the bare basics of self defense, scouting was out of the question with her horrid sense of direction, and while she would hunt when needed to help provide, it was certainly not something she was known for.

"Speech."