It Didn't Look Sharp

While she had been the first one to wander into the armory on her own ... as time went on, it became clear that Dread was the one who had more interest in staying. He shot off question after question, completely absorbed in the topic, and her father was clearly happy to cultivate the enthusiasm. While she didn't share that same interest in the weapons that the boy did, she was trying her best to be respectful. However, that didn't stop her eyes from glazing over momentarily as the two males went on to discuss the upkeep of the weapons.

However, her father's movement brought her attention back to the surface. Blinking, she watched as the Aegis picked out a smaller steel blade from the rack of swords. Obviously satisfied with his selection, her father brought the tool back to where had originally stood placing it on the ground to be observed. She drew closer as was indicated, but didn't make a move to touch the metal until she was given express permission to do so. Keep your paws away from the edges. While he assured them that it was not one that would cut them, the girl had already made the decision to treat it as such- respect or not. Talyssa tentatively raised an ivory-gloved paw to its surface. Lightly tracing the metal with her toes before withdrawing once again. It was pretty cool to look at. She couldn't deny that.

But while she didn't much care for the hows and whys. She was interested in the vocabulary that her father used to describe its parts. Crossguard and Pommel were new words- ones that she would commit to memory. "Do more decorated ones work as well?" Did decoration make them work better? She couldn't quite wrap her mind around why you'd want to decorate a blade.