The Heartbroken Heir
Ibiyemi sat on the ground, her gown tilted back down her hips, showing much of the skin of her thigh of the right leg. Her left leg knelt, supporting her weight behind while her right knee was bent upwards, all of which contributing in shifting her gown back down some inches.
Her hands hung to the ground as she heaved. The last Sunday had said to her was for her rest before he took off in a BOOOM.
No, not Sunday.
It was Bane. Bane said that was what Sunday had called him. Which made her a little bit worried where Sunday was?
But then, she assured herself that things would be alright. Even though Sunday had not exactly told what happened back then at Obedi's place but she had a fairly confident idea that this Bane of a thing was what kept him alive long enough.
In a way, she envied him. He had grown so strong in the blink of an eye. When was it that the Prickled Bane Winged Wolf had attacked then?