 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
Slipping into the broomshed, Sabel glanced around, peering at each broom in turn as he moved over to where Kellen was sitting. Sliding his bag under the bench he frowned a little. Not that one. Not that one. Not that....he retreated one broom and a small smile touched his lips. He hadn't realized that individual brooms would be so easy to differentiate between, but then again, he had taken a particular inclining to that specific one; all the others looked the same except that one.
Sitting down beside Kellen, Sabel shifted a little to try and get comfortable, giving the Professor a small smile of greeting. He really hoped they got to pick which brooms they worked on; after all he did owe Horus a tune-up.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
_______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. |