You got the bullets, I got the gun

A call rang out, summoning her to her queen's presence. Before heeding the call Skadi sought out the small form of her apprentice. Finding her, she said, "Come, the Queen calls," and without another word began to move towards the meeting place. The girl showed promise, following her around like a shadow and doing as she was told without complaint. This placid behavior had done wonders for her standing in Skadi's eyes. The girl had graduated from a slave to a genuine apprentice. Of course Skadi hadn't told her that, but she had indeed moved up in the world - Skadi's world, at least.

Reaching the Queen, Skadi dipped her head respectfully before parting with a greeting. Her voice sweet, she said, "My Queen."



"Speaking" -- Thinking