You're Gonna Go Far, Kid

Absinth watched the gears turn in the boy’s head, and he readjusted himself in kind. His face got a particularly amusing expression as he contemplated his next move. She wanted to see if he would adapt, if he would throw a fit. Neither happened. Instead the boy erupted in motion, launching himself towards her with a flash of those wings of his. As he reached her, she had half a mind to swat at him when it felt like a bird slapped her in the face – feathers blocking her vision in a flurry.

She felt his little puppy teeth grab hold of her, and she rumbled out a pleased chuckle. As the dust settled Absinth would peer down at his, unmoving from her stance. “Oh, that was surprising. Good. Fight too straight-forwardly and you’ll only get predicted. Always keep the guessing, Wylan. Never follow a pattern.” She cooed lightly to him.

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