#leon 001

A basket of homemade peanut butter biscuits and a case of pale ale sat between them, a decent number of them gone. The inside of her mouth was a hot affair between mary jane and a good bake, which is rather what she thought of herself, honestly. It was a warm reminder that times with Leon were often so easy, mainly because their vices were simple: zeal for the artistic and the unappreciated. Where good food turned into fine cuisine, so did a decent jingle become a platinum album. Though their devotions were different, they were cut from the same cloth. Danny took a long, greedy drag off her joint and tore another big bite from a biscuit. She spoke as all good company does: jolly, and with her mouth full. "So where would you travel to, then? You've only ever seen one corner of one country, mate. You've got to get out and see something. You're an artist. So where would you go first?"

Toni stared at the ground for some time. It took a bit of concentration and skill, none of which was beyond her, to raise portions of the ground up delicately and delineated enough to make clear characters. This time she spelled out ‘Grettings’ , missing the extra e and adding in an extra t, in clear blocky letters from the ground below.

“So’s there ought to be no misspellin’s in this one. I ain’t no hand with letters and it might’a taken a whole hell of a while to learn my readings but even someone as thick-headed as me can’t go wrong with jus’ one word.” Toni said as confident as she was wrong. She beamed over at Leon. Face all snaggle teeth and smile. Today the two earth attuned were teaching each other two fold. Leon, hopefully, helping Toni out with her spelling and Toni giving some earth attunement instruction on how to pull up words from the ground.

“Aw hell, here I go flapping my gums again. When I done been tol’ before. I got to form my words all clear an all.” She made sure Leon could follow her lips, best she could, before shaking her head. “I’m sorry boy. Tommy’s right in what he says ‘bout me. I’m always colloquializing.”

Of all the things to replace his prior weapon with, he was given a wooden axe. It wasn’t even crafted into the same shape that his axes had been in. It was just a single, dull, ordinary axe. It did not suit his tastes in the slightest, but he would take it for now.

A park provided the perfect amount of space for him to get back into practice, and the perfect amount of publicity, just in case any crowds decided to gather in awe of his skill. He began by spinning it as he usually did, although with excessive force. Still unaccustomed to the weight and shape of the weapon, Draven felt the handle slip from his grasp, unintentionally hurling it straight ahead. 

It flew forward, beyond his reach, before a tree finally stopped it in its path. Fortunately, the axe did not collide with a young man who also happened to be in the park, only a short distance away. The weapon may have been constructed of merely wood, but that did not mean that it was not capable of dealing some serious bruises.