The feel of hands upon her torso woke Asylia up. Immediately, she swung out with an arm as she opened her eyes, the air thickening around her hand. Feeling the solidifying air connect with something, she released it as she rolled away.
“Ow!”
She looked at the one who uttered the surprised shout, a man on his behind, rubbing his chest through the dark green shirt with loose ties by his neck. Black unkempt hair fell across his hazel eyes with mock hurt. Recognizing him, she relaxed. “Malfon, you’re going to die one of these days and it won’t be my fault.”
Malfon leapt to his feet. “If I die touching the ever lovely Asylia, I think I’d be fine with that.”
“Even if before you die, you’re completely maimed, gutted, tortured, and everything in between?” she asked, as she pulled everything back on. “Anyway, what are you doing out here?”
“Stena saw Eralo so we knew you were back. Join us for dinner? The second class Rangers came back today so there’s going to be some nice pig roast tonight.”
Today's Word Count: 181
Total Word Count: 1,586
Comment: Urgh, my word count is just dropping. I haven't even cleared the necessary daily word count for the first day on my fourth day. This so is not good. But I'm gonna keep pushing forward and update with as much as I can! But I think I might take a day off sometime in the near future to pound out a quick outline just so I know where I'm headed and hopefully prompt the muse to flow. As it is, I'm awkwardly throwing in a rather boring and slow transition when I don't even know where I'm going. XD I will succeed though! I WILL GET THAT 50,000 WORD COUNT!
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