Chapter XIII
Thursday, July 31st, 2008The tongue must dance before the feet
The tongue must dance before the feet
The bow bends in preparation to send Allen to the North
The next evening as dusk wore on with fading shadows, Allen walked with Kilin toward the house his family kept in the city. The two of them had dressed simply in their uniforms, forgoing excess ornament with the appeal to military formality. Their blades hung by their sides, both as part of their uniforms and [...]
Dinner and a Date