Tell Sightmistress you'd rather have her
From Create Your Own Story
You fix your gaze squarely on the Sightmistress, ignoring the flustered healer. “I’d rather have you.”
Your implication hangs in the air. The Sightmistress doesn’t flinch – her head tilts ever so slightly and those big eyes fix on yours. “Me?” Maybe you’re imagining it, but her authoritative tone is laced with something that sounds like playfulness. She plants her staff firmly in the earth and takes a single, measured step closer. “You think yourself worthy of this challenge, do you?”
You brush dirt from your tunic and let your eyes roam her body with unabashed appreciation. “I’d rather test my stamina against you properly than swing a sword in circles.”
“I wonder if your endurance matches your bravado,” the Sightmistress circles you now. “I would not be so gentle as this one,” she motions to the healer, frozen timidly to the spot and looking at the ground. The Sergeant trails off, letting her staff slide back into her grip.
“I don’t need gentle,” you reply, “I need someone who can keep up.” For a heartbeat the Sightmistress says nothing – her irises simply bore into you.
“Leave us,” she commands the healer. The girl stammers something like an affirmative and scurries off. “Come,” her eyes flick back to you. “Let us see to a different kind of sparring.”
With that, she turns, hips rolling with a hypnotic rhythm as she strides from the training ground towards her personal hut. You follow her, heart pounding and with a chub in your pants. She pushes open the flap and you follow her across the threshold into the dim interior of her abode.
The walls are draped in woven tapestries and a narrow cot is piled with inviting furs. A rack against the wall holds a few polished Sightmaster weapons. You identify a sharp, earthy scent, presumably from a few dangling, dried bundles of herbs.
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