When Dread made the comparison between knives and swords, she nodded, allowing her pale blue gaze to linger on one for a little too long. It was difficult for her to imagine how one was used in a fight. She recalled Momma cutting open the pumpkin, but couldn't even begin to try and put together what it would be like to cut open a wolf. The girl shuddered at the thought.
As she was scooped up into her father's embrace, and she felt the softening of his projected energy, she was met with relief. She molded to Artorias as he supported her against his shoulder, resting her forehead against the crook of his neck. "Yes, I understand." She sniffled. "I won't come in here again," She vowed through her emotions brought on by fear, guilt, and desperation. As Dread went on to his explanation, she blinked a few times in an attempt to collect herself before focusing on him through her peripheral. In Artorias' response, she felt the vibration of his deeper-pitched voice through their contact, and it was comforting. She recognized Sirius' name as Momma's Daddy- her Grandfather. Which must have meant that he was Dread's father too. However, she was grateful that it was her father that found them.
As she was gently rocked, her big feelings faded away- her tears drying. And when Dread asked if Artorias would teach him how to use the weapons, her father's laugh sent tremors through his chest. She lifted her head away, to get a better view of her ... uncle, with a curious grin spreading across her features. Just in time to be lowered to the ground once more. She hoped that Grandpa would allow Dread to come back and stay with them to train- she would like that.
Talyssa watched as Daddy took a quick scope of the surroundings before realigning his attention with a more jovial light, offering them a better look at one of the weapons. In which she silently began to nod with widened eyes. "Yeah ..." Her tone light and airy when she finally did find her voice again.
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