| Argyyle Paused to wipe the sweat from his eyes and face. hed come a long way in the last few weeks, and had still farther to go. Soon he would be able to contact his sister through their bond. He would have been able to long ago, but over his absence, that bond had atrophied somewhat. A problem easily rectified, he thought absently. He looked down at the weapon in his hand, once a piece of his beloved ship, Painstakingly and Painfully heated and crafted by his own hand, blood, sweat and tears, and slowly sharpened to a razors edge. It was no Light Sabre, but it would do for now. Someday he would have to take his sister to where he had made his home during his exile. She would be proud of him, he hoped. Argyyle sighed as he thought longingly of the pool he had created by digging out and lining a hole, then divirting a small stream into. Ah, well, nothing to be done for it. He took a swig of water from his canteen, and continued on his way. |
