practice makes perfect!

The wooden sword felt too large in her mouth but was still fun to play with as she crashed into the dummies. Not expecting anyone to find her in here since they were busy doing other tasks, she was surprised when the door creaked farther open. Wide-eyed, she caught her brother standing there. He hadn't dared step in, which led her to tilt her face slightly to the side. Dropping the wooden sword, her expression scrunched somewhat. Glancing around, she wondered why they weren't allowed in the dojo. It was for practicing fighting, wasn't it? Nothing close to as dangerous as the real armory was.

Confused, but not caring to argue with her brother, she picked up the sword to put it back in its holder. Turning back to Thorn, she gave him a curious look. "Crafting my own sword would be cool," she approaches him with her own smile. "What kind of condition are you talking about?" Bramble questions as she slips out of the dojo to face her brother in the hallway.

Bramble Carpathius