Rings and Daggers~
Madelyn o’Jenna
Twelvestones
Madelyn bit her lip as Dara collected the wooden hoops and slid them over his wrist. He could be stubborn sometimes.
“I can’t do five,” she said. “You’re too quick.”
“You can,” he said. “Concentrate.”
She could if he threw single-handed and blindfolded. But he never softened his expectations of her, not even in a game of rings-and-daggers.
The game challenged her quickness and aim, but also her anticipation of his next move. Dara sent the rings skimming down the alley, varying the course and speed of each. She tried to stop each ring before it crossed the goal line, pinning it to the ground with a well-thrown dagger. It meant timing her throws in tandem with his and guessing his intent before the rings left his hands.
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