Thread:Abbykurle/@comment-33999335-20180520125803/@comment-33999335-20180606150515

Jetleap shuddered and climbed a tree, stropping for a few minutes. (stropping is when they stretch out and sharpen their claws) It wasn't that she got a bad vibe, she got a good one from him, he just rminded her of someone. "Wren." She reminded herself. "It was Wren. But she's in Sparta, or Xavieroera." She sighed as she watched them. It felt good to be visible, but it was bad that Jetleap was very exposable. Emotion filled her but she fought it and won. She laughed deeply, remembering the tournement.

Cheers rose up as the Spartans grabbed their defenses, picked their weapons, and raced to the gate. Jetleap remembered she had been one of them, before Wren had.