by Morgan Landry 9/11/2013, 10:18 am
The knife that was stuck in his arm disappeared and materialized at Chiara's belt, still stained with Lamount's blood, and so did the other knife, after fifteen seconds.
"I would like to tell you the same,but alas, you have no friends, I guess," she provoked him.
She glanced at Jackson, but wasn't really used to having friends either - wait, friends? No, she didn't consider Jackson a friend, she... she didn't know.
Finally, Chiara looked at her iPod - which was still plugged to the speakers - and saw that it was half past four. She had to get to the archery training.
"See you," she shortly told Jackson, put her guitar back, slid her iPod into her pocket, and jumped down the 'proskenion' before exciting by the left 'parodos'.