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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #5c90d0; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px;"]✯ — Tá mé i dtiúin
Well. She wouldn't have minded seeking anyone out but if they were all... Oh. Her ear flicked. A glint of surprise in her sightless eyes. She could hardly recall anyone outside of her direct family giving her gifts before.
That was nice. She didn't have anything in turn though... Considering she kept to herself so much she barely knew everyone's favorite things.
Her sharp ears followed the sound of shifting movement. A small object gently placed in her direction. Only a metallic smell to offer any hint. Slowly, the tiny fae scoped the object out with one paw. A hilt. Dagger? Sword? The Privateer had never held a weapon in her life.
She used her claws. In extreme cases, she responded with elementals. Her father, Seamus not Kian, was handy with small daggers, from what she heard. Keona pulled the hand-crafted sword closer, brows creased in thought.
Weapons made her uneasy. She had enough trouble calculating if a blow with her claws might land before her opponent moves away. A weapon was an extension. Useful, for sure, especially when they were something sharp, but how was she supposed to know how to hit something with it?
Maybe she was overthinking. The faerie appreciated the fact Hushsound dedicated the time to forge her a weapon of her own. No simple task. Much less to ensure it was not larger than she was.
"I... I don't know how to use it but, thank you. Mahalo."
[/td][/tr][/table]That was nice. She didn't have anything in turn though... Considering she kept to herself so much she barely knew everyone's favorite things.
Her sharp ears followed the sound of shifting movement. A small object gently placed in her direction. Only a metallic smell to offer any hint. Slowly, the tiny fae scoped the object out with one paw. A hilt. Dagger? Sword? The Privateer had never held a weapon in her life.
She used her claws. In extreme cases, she responded with elementals. Her father, Seamus not Kian, was handy with small daggers, from what she heard. Keona pulled the hand-crafted sword closer, brows creased in thought.
Weapons made her uneasy. She had enough trouble calculating if a blow with her claws might land before her opponent moves away. A weapon was an extension. Useful, for sure, especially when they were something sharp, but how was she supposed to know how to hit something with it?
Maybe she was overthinking. The faerie appreciated the fact Hushsound dedicated the time to forge her a weapon of her own. No simple task. Much less to ensure it was not larger than she was.
"I... I don't know how to use it but, thank you. Mahalo."
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