Strider by Ashley Kong

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“Strider! Oh my goodness, its been so long.”

Clouds hung heavy in the sky as the ranger stood at the halfling’s front door. He wore his usual attire, the hood up, though he was soaked. Rain fell from the sky, not as heavy as before, but not yet a drizzle.  

“That it has, my friend. ” He offered a small smile. A part of him wanted to ask if he could come it, but he did not want to insist or make her feel like she was obligated to. If she was  busy, he would just return at another time. And yet, that was the problem. He wasn’t sure there would be another time. Which is the subject in which he wanted to discuss with her.

 

 

 

 

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