"Yeah?" she says again, but with more enthusiasm. "They get to fight, these Warders?"
Gideon is thrumming for a fight. She'd been ready – she would have beaten Naberius Tern at his own stupid precision dueling – except he'd swanned off and left her trembling with adrenaline and brimming anger. All the running and press-ups in the world can't take the place of the brawl she'd wanted to have.
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Date: 2020-10-11 12:01 am (UTC)Gideon is thrumming for a fight. She'd been ready – she would have beaten Naberius Tern at his own stupid precision dueling – except he'd swanned off and left her trembling with adrenaline and brimming anger. All the running and press-ups in the world can't take the place of the brawl she'd wanted to have.
"Do they get a choice? About getting...bonded?"