Shake out your boots

The Warlord received her dagger and carefully stored it away within Fire Light Point, before unhooking his own dagger. With his own, he feels safe in being reckless with. If the dagger is ruined, he could easily make himself another. Turning to Keahi, he offers her a cheeky grin. Full of mischief as he pushes aside his pain and lets thoughts of the storm and the friend beside him take over his concentration. He listened as she gave thanks for what she believed in. The Warlord had never been much of a believer of anything, but he had seen things in his long life that shouldn’t have been. He knew there was something out there, but he did not trust it.

Flipping his own dagger, he turned back to Keahi. “So, let's make ourselves a little beacon, shall we?” He said, and knew she would understand what he intended to do. Catching his dagger he walks a few strides forward. Judging the distance between him and her before planting it in the ground. “Think that’ll do it?”


"Sirius Fatalis"