Poetry with a Blade
Yi frowned at Master Doran as the elder scrambled up the path toward him. Like a mud crab during mating season. It was a less than courteous thought, but given the master artisan’s age, it was a compliment of sorts. He gave a short bow toward the gray-haired weaponsmith, cupping his hands together in greeting. Red faced, Doran replied without slowing, his hand waving in rhythm with his gasps for breath. “I’m here, I’m here! Sorry for being a little late. These old bones overslept today.” Yi shot a glance at the midday sun. A little late indeed, if that meant an entire morning.
Excerpt from the official short_story by Riot Games — Universe of League of Legends. Story and characters © Riot Games.
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