Dakshana recoiled sharply. “No.” She shook her head. “No. This is just a dream. I collapsed and the Elders caught me and now I’m breathing in their noxious smoke and --”
The old man swung at her. Dakshana automatically brought an arm up to block. The impact of his wrist against hers jarred her all the way to the bone. She blinked at him in shock. She hadn’t thought so old a man could move so fast.
But he just smiled at her. “You have lovely reflexes. Did that hurt?”
“I -- yes.”
“Then this is not a dream. Have some soup.”
2 comments:
I like him!
Thanks! So do I. The first time around I didn't get to write him at all, so this is brand new for me. So far I like how he's turning out.
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