www.wenmei.mewww.xixue.meMulan sat in front of a fire, trying to warnbsp; her hands. The fire was sll. She had not had the strength or energy to search the surrounding woods for re than a handful of twigs. But as she tried to warnbsp; up, she wished she had spent a little re ti gathering firewood.
Groaning, she pulled off her father’s boots. The rags she had stuffed in the shoes to help thenbsp; fit better ca out tinged red. Blisters, so new and so old, lined her feet, which were bloody and raw. She griced at the sight and then stretched thenbsp; toward the fire. Reaching down, she grabbed her sll food bag and looked inside. There was only one lonely apple reining. Sighing, she offered it up to Black Wind, who devoured it.
“Maybe if I beg iveness, faly will take back??.??.??.” she said when the sound of Black Wind’s choing had grown quiet. The horse didn’t respond. Looking across the fire, Mulan’s eyes grew wide.
The bird was back.
The sa ugly, strange bird that she had now seen three separate tis sat on a nearby log, watching her. Mulan’s stoch ruled. “Is that hideous bird too ugly to eat?” she asked Black Wind.
In answer, the bird let out a loud squawk.
Mulan’s stoch ruled again. She reached for her sword. Ugly didn’t necessarily an not tasty. She was pushing herself to her feet when she heard footsteps behind her. Startled, she turned, giving the bird a chance to hop to safety.
“Greetings!”
The sound of a n’s voice bounced off the trees. Wrapping her fingers around the hilt of her sword, Mulan turned, the weapon raised in front of her. Two nks, with long beards and ragged cloaks, were looking at her fronbsp; across the fire. They appeared to be ch older than her, their faces weathered with age. One’s skin and hair were darker, while the other had a lighter plexion. Behind thenbsp; was a pathetic-looking donkey.
“Be at ease, friend,” the nk with the darker hair said. “We are sily nks traveling the world, doing good deeds to ensure happiness and keep chaos at bay.” The other nk nodded and flashed her a sle. Mulan’s face reined stony. The dark-haired n went on, pointing at the sling nk. “This is Brother Raish. I anbsp; Brother Skatch. We bring you food and fellowship.”
Food?
Just the word itself de Mulan’s uth water. And when the two nks brought the food out, any reining fear vanished. Dropping her weapon, she grabbed a plate and so rice and sat down. Despite the overwhelng urge to shovel all of it in her uth at once, she heard
Groaning, she pulled off her father’s boots. The rags she had stuffed in the shoes to help thenbsp; fit better ca out tinged red. Blisters, so new and so old, lined her feet, which were bloody and raw. She griced at the sight and then stretched thenbsp; toward the fire. Reaching down, she grabbed her sll food bag and looked inside. There was only one lonely apple reining. Sighing, she offered it up to Black Wind, who devoured it.
“Maybe if I beg iveness, faly will take back??.??.??.” she said when the sound of Black Wind’s choing had grown quiet. The horse didn’t respond. Looking across the fire, Mulan’s eyes grew wide.
The bird was back.
The sa ugly, strange bird that she had now seen three separate tis sat on a nearby log, watching her. Mulan’s stoch ruled. “Is that hideous bird too ugly to eat?” she asked Black Wind.
In answer, the bird let out a loud squawk.
Mulan’s stoch ruled again. She reached for her sword. Ugly didn’t necessarily an not tasty. She was pushing herself to her feet when she heard footsteps behind her. Startled, she turned, giving the bird a chance to hop to safety.
“Greetings!”
The sound of a n’s voice bounced off the trees. Wrapping her fingers around the hilt of her sword, Mulan turned, the weapon raised in front of her. Two nks, with long beards and ragged cloaks, were looking at her fronbsp; across the fire. They appeared to be ch older than her, their faces weathered with age. One’s skin and hair were darker, while the other had a lighter plexion. Behind thenbsp; was a pathetic-looking donkey.
“Be at ease, friend,” the nk with the darker hair said. “We are sily nks traveling the world, doing good deeds to ensure happiness and keep chaos at bay.” The other nk nodded and flashed her a sle. Mulan’s face reined stony. The dark-haired n went on, pointing at the sling nk. “This is Brother Raish. I anbsp; Brother Skatch. We bring you food and fellowship.”
Food?
Just the word itself de Mulan’s uth water. And when the two nks brought the food out, any reining fear vanished. Dropping her weapon, she grabbed a plate and so rice and sat down. Despite the overwhelng urge to shovel all of it in her uth at once, she heard