fley ok fagrar árar

Maki watched as Unagi and her Dad got into the swing of it, seemingly enjoying themselves. Most of the fights she'd gotten into herself felt like slap fights, they never lived up to the dramatic, slow-mo scenes she always hyped up in her mind. Just watching Víðarr and Artorias go at it, with practised, skillful moves, countering and reacting to one another as if they were expert dance partners had her ooohing softly.

That's what she wanted, to be able to do that and make it seem effortless. Elegant and deadly, everything her characters often were and what she clearly wasn't.

Her little rat sat atop her head, moved to tug at her ears as if reminding her to pay attention!!