Markings
Should I play with him a little bit? Micah thought, smiling at Briar. “What do you mean? Did something happen?” He asked, sweetly. “Ah … well, you see …” His Aqua lines are floating around in confusion while he tried to explain what just happened. “Something like a mark appeared on our arms.” “Mark?” Micah tilted his head to the side. “What do they look like? Where is mine?” Briar took Micah’s left hand and pressed at his forearm, “Here. It is like the shape of an arrow and surrounded with words and … white? Smoke? I don’t know how to explain it.” “How is yours like then?” “Well, mine is the same arrow, except that it is with more words and … blue smoke behind it? Like the watercolours paintings that Elise used to paint.” “Arrows, I see,” Micah said, thinking for a second. “T
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