22. Theocracy
She walked past me and began circling me like a shark getting ready to capsize a lifeboat. “It’s of the utmost importance for sheath stance to become second nature to you,” she said before promptly falling backwards onto her butt to sit on the grass.

“Do I really have to stay like this until noon?” I asked, already starting to feel a little soreness setting in.

“You do,” she said with a knowing grin playing at the corners of her lips.

“And you're just going to… sit there?”

“Well, I can’t leave you unsupervised out here, can I?”

“No, I guess not.”

An awkward pause yawned between us, only the faint breath of wind brushing over the grasslands breaking the silence. Our expressions mirrored each other as we watched one another with quiet contemplation.

“Would you tell me something of your life before coming to Thaessa?” Her tone was gently curious, sounding like she was trying to balance her genuine intrigue with a desire to not sound nosey.

I considered the question, not parti
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