Desi-Doll

“Rosi! You get down here right now young lady!” Nari’s head reeled at the scene before him. His green eyes scanned the training ground of the Jai River Clan, limp bodies strewn all around. He could hear that all fifteen men on the field were breathing, as well as a branch crack in the trees above him. His twin braids cracked almost like a whip as he spun, and his eyes shot up to a teenage girl dangling from a branch around forty feet above the ground. “Hi dad,” came her sheepish voice, knowing she had been caught. She began rocking her feet back and forth, giving herself the momentum to swing out before letting go of the branch she was holding so she could clear the lower limbs. The wind on the way down sent her deep auburn hair flying up into a tangled mess. Higher than they had been practicing, Nari caught her three feet above the ground using the Weave. Floating there like she was swimming in water, she looked at her dad and then the ground, confused. Was he so angry that he had