[ She's faster than he recalls. It's startling, her war form, more so than her intent. There's a promise in the grace of each limb that she can-might pursue her objective. And prevail.
Settling back in his chair, he takes the time to applaud - fair performance, might as well. ]
I wasn't yours to look after, I don't think. I - very nice. That was very nice. [ His glance falls on the sword, inevitably. ] Did he teach you?
o/
Settling back in his chair, he takes the time to applaud - fair performance, might as well. ]
I wasn't yours to look after, I don't think. I - very nice. That was very nice. [ His glance falls on the sword, inevitably. ] Did he teach you?