"I will not play with sharp objects"

Ysmir leaned into Gwyn’s shoulder, a small smile playing on his features as she made herself comfortable at his side and Artorias began their meeting. As he said quite a bit of time had passed since the whole pack was gathered up together. Artorias mentioned the use of weapons and the man nodded along, he’d been wielding an ax for a long time now, practically since before he could remember. Probably much like their teacher for the day, he’d made a few mistakes as a young boy.

Artorias introduced their guest speaker as his small dark furred daughter, Ysmir’s future niece. He couldn’t help the wink of support from his dual toned eyes as she greeted the lot of them before her. Ysmir again nodded along, she was quite thorough in her assessment of her own skill as well as what should be done in the situation as described. Even if he could speak Ysmir didn’t have anything in the way of additions or questions, the young girl was well spoken and knowledgeable beyond her years.

"Gwynevere & Ysmir"