- Posting Speed
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Genres
- Fantasy, anything.
Fletcher closed his eyes for a second and then open them. "Swimming sounds fun. Why, don't we go swimming now?" He asked as he stretched his arms and legs. "For one I don't have many friends. Make that no friends. And two, who would believe me. I am known to make up a story or two." He said with a smile. As he herd that, he looked around the area they were in. "Trust is a hard thing to earn. So, thank you for trusting me. And I will try not to brake your trust in me." He said as he bowed to Cheyenne. "I practice when I have to fight. That is the best way to train to me. So, you had to follow me for that long?"