@dom-dupont
The Watering Hole. It didn’t live up to its legend, and definitely didn’t live up to the reaction of the group of children she’d encountered on her walk there. They’d asked her where she was headed. And when she replied, their eyes widened to almost comical levels. ‘But it’s about to get dark,’ one of them had protested, slightly teary and sniffling. Selwyn had assured them she would be fine, though as she passed, she had the distinct sense that they were staring at her as if saluting a soldier off to war. But when she arrived, the spot was empty, almost peaceful. Mentally exhausted from the surprises that followed her arrival in Asphodel, she took the opportunity to lay out and watch the sunset, savoring the quiet and simplicity. It was almost completely dark when Selwyn heard the rustling of leaves, and with it, faint footsteps. Maybe the children had been right. Soundlessly getting to her feet, she glazed over her surroundings, and once again The Watering Hole was empty, her mirage easily rendering her invisible in the low light. Truthfully, Selwyn wasn’t the top fighter in the Magistrate. Training could only do so much - physical limitations still applied, and the brunette had always been small in stature. But she could hold her own. So when the stranger neared, a swift kick to the back of the knees toppled him to ground. She pinned him to the grass, using her body weight to render him immobile, arm slung across the base of his neck in case he was a biter. It took a second for recognition to set. “Dom?” Still, she didn’t move from her position.
