"Go," Cleric Quiver said, unfeeling. "You are dismissed."
Butterflies bowed formally and swept out of the chamber, her Necromancer robes trailing after her. She struggled not to get lost on the first day of her training. It would be rather embarrassing.
"Um."
She felt someone tap her shoulder and turned warily. She saw someone about her age, trying to smile, nervously tucking stray strands of hair behind her right ear. Her eyes turned from grey to hot pink as she realised that someone was actually bothering to answer her questions.
"Um," she repeated. "Do you know where the exit is?"
The girl didn't look like she was about to eat her, so Butterflies decided to be honest. She shook her head. "Nope."
"Neither do I." The girl grinned, and stuck out her hand. "Name's Olivia, Olivia Storm. What's yours?"
Butterflies slapped the hand with her palm. then hit it again with the back of her hand. "Name's Butterflies, Blood Butterflies. Pleased to meet you."
Hi BB!
ReplyDeleteAnders here. I must say you have a gift for storytelling, a way with words... I think what I'm trying to say, is that you are gifted.
Thank you for a fantastic part two to my "belltower" I may be like skulduggery in the part that I have no idea where to go with it. It poped into my head and I wrote it. I would love it If you could continue your spin on the story. It is alive, and it is ever changing. please bring it to fruition.
In advance, thanks :D