Just as she had raised her paw, a voice of a boy caught her attention. Immediately, she withdrew from the blade. Pale blue gaze flashed to the greyscale boy that she vaguely remembered seeing in the garden at the family reunion party. "I wasn't going to!" She insisted, not even knowing who it was she was trying to prove herself to. But she couldn't help but glance back to the sword on the wall, wondering what would have happened if she had touched it. Would she have gotten cut like he had said? Shaking the thought from her head, she left her position at the wall and moved to approach the boy. "You know my name, what's yours?" She asked, looking him over expectantly.
Blinking a couple of times, she looked away. If he knew what these tools would do, maybe he knew what they were meant for as well. "Do you know what all these things are for?" She asked him a little more gently, glancing around the room as she attempted to take it all in. Honestly, she was just curious more than anything else.
Professor
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