Literature
Rough Draft Chapter 28
As Robin sighs wearily, feeling her age not for the first time, there's a squeal of excitement and she turns to see Templeton staring up at a bemused Ohkwari, who is leaning heavily on her spear for support. While Templeton's face is hidden behind her mask, Robin can't help but chuckle at the usually-reserved woman's barely-repressed delight. "Sorry, she's got a thing for bears." Templeton turns to "Hmph!" at her indignantly before going right back to examining the bear-goddess, the lenses of her mask sparkling. "Of course..." Ohkwari rumbles, her ears flitting in annoyance. "My people are dead, my village destroyed... what else is left for me other than to be gawked at?" "Ah...! I'm sorry." Templeton flinches, her body language ashamed. "I just... I didn't know." Clearing her throat, she turns to look at Robin again. "I leave for ten years and find this place in ruins, and you slugging it out with the effing King of Mount Olympus. What the Tartarus happened here, Robin?!" "Heck if
