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aldersprigChapter 38: Arnbjörg
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Thursday, January 4, 2001
“Good,” Doug grunted, as Arnbjörg pushed back against his strike with a block and a shouted No. “Fun power.” He took a step backwards, nodded. “Again.”
Again, and again, and again, blocking and pushing with her power and striking back, until sweat drenched her hair and she felt like her arms and legs were made of rubber. “Good. Enough.” Doug leaned against the wall and gestured at her. “Walk.”
She paced the small training room, once, twice, until he gestured to her, enough, and leaned against the wall with him.
“Fun power,” he repeated, and then, “Aelfgar kids. Always have fun powers.”
Doug didn’t say anything without purpose. Doug barely spoke. Arnbjörg glanced at him, waiting to see what else he’d say.
read on...
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
Thursday, January 4, 2001
“Good,” Doug grunted, as Arnbjörg pushed back against his strike with a block and a shouted No. “Fun power.” He took a step backwards, nodded. “Again.”
Again, and again, and again, blocking and pushing with her power and striking back, until sweat drenched her hair and she felt like her arms and legs were made of rubber. “Good. Enough.” Doug leaned against the wall and gestured at her. “Walk.”
She paced the small training room, once, twice, until he gestured to her, enough, and leaned against the wall with him.
“Fun power,” he repeated, and then, “Aelfgar kids. Always have fun powers.”
Doug didn’t say anything without purpose. Doug barely spoke. Arnbjörg glanced at him, waiting to see what else he’d say.
read on...
