Sharpen the Steel II

Bright, excited eyes stare up at her uncle as a loving smile curling her lips and Callie wags fiercely. At his question about being ready to train, the girl happily barks, “Yes!” She has waited for the day to formally begin her training and, while Fern has taught many of the basics, her mother was somewhat reluctant to allow her to train with an actually sword and the girl has started to feel too old for that wooden training one that she uses. As he asks about what her mother has taught her, the girl’s head tilts to the side as she ponders the question.

Mismatched eyes hold Art’s gaze and she slowly muses, “Well, she taught me how to hold a sword, how to speak with it in my mouth, and the basic stances to use. Like this.” While she does not have a sword with her, the girl spreads her weight and crouches low, lips pulling away and mouth opening slightly as she imagines the wooden object that usually rests between her teeth. Head curls to the side and she suddenly stands, bring her head up in a sharp, diagonal snap that would have had a sword cutting through the through the air in a basic, but strong, attack.

Mouth closes as Callie looks up at her uncle, hope burning brightly in her youthful gaze as she excitedly waits to see what Artorias is going to teach her.


"Caladia Carpathius"