“Hey, how’s that crossbow looking?” I smile “Coming along,” She chuckles placing the pieces of her guns back together, “Where did you learn to do that?”
She re-memorizes the guns, “Both my parents were in the war, my mom was the caption, dealing with the plans, and my dad worked on the field… one day no dad, next day, no mom…”
She shifts the guns in her lap, “So, after receiving a letter about both, I joined another type of war, which is a story for another day, and I learned pretty much everything I know today…”
Her sincere look says much about her past, I gargle my throat, “How old were you?” She shakes and gargle the sniff away, “Um, oh, 8 when it happened,”
“I’m sorry Berns,” “There’s nothing to say sorry for, they were stupid, I learned my lesson well,” I nod resting my back agai
