for the ache that troubles you

“Wicked” He said approvingly as he admired the piece of steel she had shown him. “Are you trying to make it into a sword? If you ever want sword fighting lessons, Artorias would be the wolf to talk to” He said, thinking of his blade-wielding uncle with a grin. Basilisk Still wanted some sword fighting lessons himself.

“Maybe. Ruga might know” he said. The Armada didn’t really wield swords, but perhaps Ruga could make something for her. She continued to speak, and he realised what she was saying with a momentary delay. “Alpha! Since when?” he said, eyeing her with admiration and accusation.


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